Jian Linyuan smiled slightly, "No, no, I practice the art of slaughter."
"In my life, I only kill, not fight."
"Only those who must die will face my blade."
Jiang Fan's pupils constricted.
Was there really someone in this world who practiced the art of slaughter?
He had once read about it in an ancient book.
Among the myriad cultivation techniques, there were some extremely obscure paths.
The art of slaughter was one of them.
People who walked this path often met grim ends.
Because, at the end of cultivation, there was only one outcome: losing one's mind.
To cultivate this art, one had to practice various fierce and dangerous terrifying techniques.
And from a young age, one had to consume the blood of various violent demon beasts to cultivate a bloodthirsty lineage.
Once one made a move.
The bloodthirsty lineage would automatically activate, bringing one into a berserk, bloodthirsty state.
