Chapter 945
Lu Jingsha clenched the iron hook in his hand.
He had never called Luo Tianpeng Father.
Not even when this father died before his eyes, his soul utterly devoured by that demonic weapon.
Not even when, at the moment of parting, Father Luo Tianpeng finally revealed a concerned gaze, as though hoping he could survive this slaughter.
But that was fundamentally impossible.
Once one entered the martial world and fell into such a whirlpool, laying such a scheme in hopes of ascending to the seat of a great sect, how could there be any good outcome after defeat?
How had Lu Jingsha never noticed before that his father was such a naive man?
Thus, he did not beg for mercy, nor did he utter a single word. Instead, he gripped the weapon in his hand even tighter.
In this vast mortal world, once the weapons in one's hands began to speak, all words had to sit down. Whether it was truth or immortal utterance, he had never believed in any of it.
His name was Lu Jingsha.
He was the Left Heavenly King's son, and even more so, a pure cultivator.
Lowering his eyelids, he cast a sidelong glance at the long hook.
Cold light flickered at this moment. "The Dao of Slaughter does not permit me weakness."
Beneath his iron robes, Lu Jingsha's spiritual aura erupted. At this moment, he actually advanced another step along the Dao of Slaughter. The iron hook in his hand was like the weapon of the God of Death; swung with all his strength, it would surely bring endless slaughter to the world.
Just then, a resplendent divine light enveloped Lu Jingsha's body.
Lu Jingsha seemed not to feel it at all, still immersed in his insight into the Dao of Slaughter.