What Am I Going to Do?

Beside Leon, crimson blade scars slowly opened one after another, like the eyes of demons.

Endless killing intent spilled forth from them.

This was Leon's root ability.

As a root that had flowed from the path of Killer J, Leon's ability was naturally tied to slaughter and killing intent.

Killing Intent Blade accumulated his own killing intent and murderous aura, forming blades for storage.

These Killing Intent Blades could be controlled by Leon and appear anywhere within his line of sight.

The more Killing Intent Blades he accumulated in ordinary times, the stronger they would be when used.

Under Leon's control, the Killing Intent Blades flashed rapidly. Each time they closed, they appeared at the precise location needed in the next instant, slicing threatening bullets in half and knocking them aside before reaching their targets and severing their necks in the blink of an eye.

That cluster of Killing Intent Blades then dispersed.

The people who had raised their guns and fired lost their lives almost instantly.

Only the person who had drawn the blade from his back earlier had been protected by a barrier formed from raging wind, which also blocked Leon's sight.

Whether he knew Leon's information or had been saved by instinctive defense, no one knew.

"The famous Ghost Moon truly is terrifying. No wonder you were once capable of slaughtering an entire city!" The one controlling the wind gave him his answer.

He was very familiar with Leon, and mixed into that familiarity was bone-deep hatred.

Leon, who was especially sensitive to killing intent, could not have sensed it wrong. Combined with the fact that the other man had brought up that incident, it revealed his identity.

"A survivor from back then?"

As Lu Zexu looked at the man across from him, hatred surged uncontrollably from