Proving the Dao Through Slaughter

To be precise, Yuan Ke had completed his transformation at the cost of extinguishing his own humanity.

Step by step, amid slaughter, he snuffed out the last trace of kindness in his heart, becoming cold and merciless.

When one's heart was ruthless enough, drawing the blade became divine.

Thus, a living man became a machine of slaughter.

To borrow a saying: I want to kill you, and it has nothing to do with you. I merely need to borrow your life to prove my Dao through killing.

Whenever the need arose, he killed everyone he saw—entire sects, entire villages, even entire cities.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood; blood flowed until pestles floated.

Far from the cities, Yuan Ke committed countless massacres.

He even personally killed the few remaining Yuan Family clansmen, those of his own blood, in order to utterly extinguish the final trace of attachment and weakness in his heart.

Those had been brothers and sisters who grew up alongside him!

Such atrocities forced even the Beiwei Kingdom and several assassin organizations to openly join the hunt for him, issuing exorbitant bounties to cleanse their own house.

Because in the eyes of ordinary people, he was utterly and completely a demon—a freak who even slaughtered his own kin.

True assassins never killed recklessly.

An assassin needed to conceal their killing intent. Otherwise, before they even made a move, the target would notice them.

Killing with one strike and retreating with one strike was the ironclad rule for an assassin to complete an assassination and escape unscathed.

Yet Yuan Ke had taken a path completely opposite to that.

His killing intent spilled forth, his edge endless.

During this time, Yuan Ke's whereabouts were elusive, and he often vanished without a trace.

But whenever he appeared, countless people were certain