"I can no longer recognize myself!"
Su Sheng stood outside the villa, engaging in some psychological self-deception. The first time he saw Lan Yuling in Mengyang City, he was already plotting.
It was not a fluttering heart but a stirring one; he wanted to challenge the ninth position in the world. Although he learned later that two of the top ten were women, why bother when Lan Yuling was the only one he had met so far?
And she was right in front of him. If not now, when was he to battle?
In an instant, Su Sheng's left hand grasped the hilt of the Spirit Sword Jinghong, revealing an astonishing Killing Intent. Having emerged from the battlefield, he was the King Yan, and for him, releasing Killing Intent was too easy, but such intent was harmful to others and oneself.
This was not about slaughtering pigs—a red knife in, a white knife out, the life of a craftsman. It was about ending a life.
