The Scene Spiraled Out of Control

"Ah! Ah!"

The little boy suddenly swung the long blade in his hand wildly, hacking down at the people before him who had not quite died. His movements were completely unpracticed and irregular, yet he struck with such force that blood splattered everywhere. The person on the ground was hacked into a half-dead state. Filled with unrestrained fury, he looked brutally savage as he swung his blade again and again, desperately stabbing it into the body on the ground. He was cruel beyond measure, nothing like a ten-year-old child—more like a crazed butcher.

The sight made Fan Jian stop in his tracks. A feeling of absurdity and fear rose within him. He could hardly imagine that a child under ten could possess such crazed, violent emotions.

But Chu Han suddenly laughed, wildly and boldly, throwing his head back in laughter!

"Who else?" After laughing enough, Chu Han suddenly spoke again. His eyes blazed with murderous madness as the Asura Battle Axe swept across a patch of corpses on the ground. His voice was cold and forceful. "There are still plenty of people on the ground who aren't dead. Are you satisfied just watching? Why not experience the taste of killing? Kill them! Tear them to pieces! Chop them into minced meat!"

"Chu Han, stop..." Fan Jian was completely terrified now. "Don't let things get out of control."

"Out of control?" Chu Han sneered. "This world was already out of control. Since we can't change it, we adapt to it. Since we've been hurt, we take revenge. We take back what we lost. What's wrong with that?"

Fan Jian choked up. He could not refute Chu Han's words, but he still said, "I just think that making children this young kill—"

"So what?!" Chu Han abruptly cut him off, his booming