"No, that's not it." Lin Feng shook his head and frowned. "Using you as my model is easy. I only need to look at you once to remember your appearance. I can carve it perfectly well. But capturing your spirit is a little trickier. A person's spirit changes at different times—when they're angry, happy, melancholy, or sorrowful, or filled with grief and indignation."
Cesar immediately laughed. "That's easy. My distinctive spirit is how I am when I'm at my most manly."
Lin Feng broke into a sweat. He hadn't expected the six-thousand-year-old geezer to be just as shameless as he'd been in the original book.
"Then when do you think you're at your most manly, Cesar?" Lin Feng asked, following his lead.
Cesar replied confidently, "I think I'm at my most charming when I'm killing someone! They don't call me the King of Slaughter for nothing."
The King of Slaughter, Cesar!
That was a name that struck fear across Yulan. Neither the Four Great Empires nor the two great alliances wanted to offend him lightly. Among the four great assassin organizations, if one had to name the greatest assassin of all, it would undoubtedly be the King of Slaughter, Cesar, who had roamed Yulan for more than five thousand years.
A peak Saint Realm expert, and a master of assassination! His methods were so numerous and complex that they had reached the pinnacle of the art. Those who had been taught by Cesar even said that his killing was an art in itself.
The greatest assassin, the King of Slaughter!
"When you're killing someone?" Lin Feng laughed. "Then show me, Brother Cesar."
"Easy. I'll show you right now what killing looks like. Watch closely." Cesar's presence changed at once.
"Look carefully. Let's say my target is that vase up ahead,"