Chen Xiaofan slowly drew a blade. That was right—he wanted to kill every last one of these people, to cut the grass and pull up the roots, leaving none alive.
After all, this had always been the principle he followed. Back in the day,
before he had transmigrated, he had read countless novels and watched many television dramas.
In many of them, someone would kill all their enemies, yet leave behind one wretched spawn.
Then, who knew how many years later, that person would grow old and frail, practically one foot in the grave, while that little wretch had grown up and come to seek revenge.
Not only would they seek revenge against him, but they would also slaughter his children and descendants to the last. To be honest, that sort of plot was utterly ridiculous. Chen Xiaofan had seen it far too many times.
So now, he had to learn from those lessons. No matter what, he would not leave future trouble for himself. If he did, he would be the greatest fool beneath the heavens. With that thought,
Chen Xiaofan took out this blade. A blade was cleaner and swifter for killing, so he did not want to use his hands again, nor did he want to dirty them.
In the heat of the moment just now, he had actually used his palm to smash Young Master in White's head apart. But if he had to do it again now,
he would definitely choose the blade. Then he let out a great shout and suddenly slashed. In an instant, both sides of Young Master in White's body were completely split into fragments, and a streak of blade light swept across the spot.
It was an incomparably powerful streak of blade light, as though an immortal had swung his