"Hey, boss, why are you leaving so soon? I haven't had my fun for more than a few days yet."
"These little Japanese bastards really are shameless. Do you know what title they've given me now? Rain Master of Divine Land!"
"And those foreigners' special-purpose bullets are really effective! Add a few more, then throw in some fire and water, and I can transform straight into the Poison Enemy King!"
Xiao Hongzhuan had rapidly evolved from an exemplary young man into a bloodthirsty spectator. His change in mentality was truly very much like that of a Spirit Cultivation Practitioner.
At least, in terms of mindset.
With that domineering strength of his, he was already a qualified first-generation Spirit Cultivation Practitioner.
Most Spirit Cultivation Practitioners developed one problem or another under the combined pressure of death and extraordinary power. They might become mercurial, cruel and murderous, inexplicably volatile, or sexually perverse. As long as they did not affect other people, these minor flaws in a practitioner were simply treated as part of his personality.
Huo Yuanjia deeply agreed.
He could say that he had watched Xiao Hongzhuan turn from a normal person into a bloodthirsty spectator with his own eyes.
At that moment, he followed silently behind Lan Yi.
When Lan Yi stopped before the torii of the Snow Mountain Shrine, bathed in sunlight,
the seemingly excited and bloodthirsty Xiao Hongzhuan, satisfied as though he had carved his own branch into the family tree, shut his mouth. Boss Lan Yi might tolerate his witty remarks while remaining silent, but he would absolutely not tolerate him failing to read the room while discussing serious business.
Before them lay the subjugated lands of Dongyang.
Simply standing at this highest point filled them with a soul-deep sense of relief and accomplishment.
Even Huo Yuanjia,