All It Takes Is a Cut!

In the dark room.

Mu Yang sat on a hard chair, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade within arm's reach.

His face was hidden in the darkness. He remained motionless, like a statue.

"He called me Yang Jian, but I haven't lost my memory."

"He's lying to me. What exactly does he want... or is there something wrong with my memories?"

Mu Yang grabbed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade beside him. Its icy touch gave him a familiar sense of security.

The familiarity he felt toward the name "Yang Jian."

Made him instinctively feel that the powerful, mysterious white-haired man had not spoken without reason.

"If I really am Yang Jian, then does that mean Mu Yang is the fake one?"

Mu Yang unconsciously tightened his grip on the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade.

Desire had broken free of its shackles. Hell lay on both sides.

After discovering certain things, Mu Yang had thought he was walking down a narrow path that could only fit him, with bottomless abyssal pits of wailing on either side.

But now, he realized that perhaps he was merely standing in the darkness.

With only the tiny patch of ground beneath his feet to stand on.

Could the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in his hand truly carve out a bright and open world?

Suddenly, all the confusion vanished from Mu Yang's face, replaced by resolve and coldness, like a hunter.

He separated the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade into three sections, storing the short staff in the middle in the backpack on his back. He then assembled the remaining sections into a "short spear" better suited for fighting indoors.

He soundlessly approached the door and stood there quietly.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in his hand was like a beast's fang, ready at any moment to tear open an opponent's throat.

To let blood