He stepped forward, and only after drawing close did Ye Lin see the full scene.
Wang Zheng stood alone, gripping his saber and hacking relentlessly at the giant bear. On the ground below, the White Tiger's body was covered in dense, savage wounds, lying motionless.
The blood that had flowed out continued spreading across the ground.
Its death had been incomparably miserable.
The giant bear before Wang Zheng was not much better off.
The bear kept retreating, its body likewise covered in countless saber wounds. Its aura was utterly weak; one look was enough to tell that its origin had suffered grievous damage and that its days were numbered.
"Fuck, madman, madman—you really are a madman."
"I won't fight anymore, I won't! Let me go, I'm begging you, let me go. I'll never cause you trouble again."
The giant bear kept backing away, all the while pleading with Wang Zheng.
Clearly, the bear had been beaten into collapse by Wang Zheng.
Ye Lin could not imagine beating a creature at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm into a complete breakdown.
Yet from his angle, Wang Zheng's current state was genuinely somewhat terrifying.
Blood-red mist coiled around his entire body, the long saber in his hand trembled without end, and his eyes were crimson.
The killing intent around him was nearly solidifying into substance. He was every inch a God of Slaughter.
Seeing this, a glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
A transparent panel slowly appeared before him.
```text Name: Wang Zheng
Cultivation: Peak Daluo Golden Immortal
Fate Rank: Origin
Race: Human Race
Identity: A wanderer roaming the Origin Continent, with no particular identity.
Fate Traits: [Source of Myriad Slaughters] [Blood Slaughter Sacred Seal] [Godslayer Feedback] [Unending Killing Intent] [Undying War Soul] [Prove the Dao Through Killing] [Path of