After defeating the Dominator before him, Lin Zhen knew that a real challenge had arrived.
Death Dominator—Lin Zhen had known of this man for a long time.
Among the Nine Great Special Dominators, his strength might not have ranked among the very strongest, but he was undoubtedly the most infamous.
And it was far from a good reputation. He was notorious.
The other Dominators had all reached their lofty positions through extraordinary talent, tireless effort, and countless hardships.
But Death Dominator was different. He had entered the Dao through slaughter, bringing others nothing but pain and death.
Almost none of his opponents had been left with intact corpses. Whether they deserved death or not, as long as he was in a bad mood or found someone displeasing to the eye, he would strike immediately.
And he never showed mercy.
Calling him utterly devoid of humanity would not be an exaggeration.
It was precisely because he acted entirely as he pleased that he had attained the position of Special Dominator. It could be said that he was the most cold-blooded and heartless person in the Entire Universe.
No Martial Artist could face him without trembling in fear.
Death Dominator's appearance brought with it a gust of sinister wind.
Wherever he passed, vegetation withered and the sand turned black. It was not poison on his body, but killing aura!
The more people one killed, the heavier one's killing aura became. A sufficiently heavy killing aura could affect all things.
Every Martial Artist's growth came through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but killing aura as heavy as Death Dominator's was truly unprecedented.
"Heh heh! You truly are an unparalleled genius. But all my life, I have loved ending the paths of advancing geniuses. The wails of people like you, crying out