That feeling was too pure.
There was no anger, no hatred, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation. The killing intent was like a precision scalpel, existing solely to accomplish the simple, pure goal of "cutting."
"So that's how it is." Lu Yuan murmured softly to himself. "The Ghost Face's Way of Slaughter is too crude."
He rose to his feet and turned to face the two of them.
When Ghost Face saw his expression, his pupils contracted sharply. There wasn't the slightest trace of killing intent in those eyes. They were as calm as a stagnant pool. Yet it was precisely that calmness that filled him with a fear unlike anything he had ever felt.
This was more terrifying than any mad assassin.
"You..." Ghost Face opened his mouth to say something, only to realize that his voice was trembling.
Lu Yuan walked toward him, neither quickly nor slowly. Every step fell on some invisible beat.
"You want to ask what I learned?" Lu Yuan stopped in front of Ghost Face and looked at him quietly. "It's simple. I learned how to kill people more efficiently."
He said it casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
Yun Chan couldn't help shivering. She realized she couldn't see through the man in front of her at all. Just a few days ago, he had been a Qi Refining cultivator who could barely protect himself without resorting to schemes and tricks.
And now?
Now he was like a monster that had crawled out of the abyss, wearing human skin but no longer human.
"Senior, your Way of Slaughter is indeed impressive." Lu Yuan addressed Ghost Face with exaggerated politeness. "But there's still plenty of room for improvement."
Ghost Face's face turned livid.
A Qi Refining cultivator was lecturing him?!
But he