Baiyue Assassin Group (1)

"Killing Intent?"

Lady Mingzhu murmured to herself.

It was not that she did not believe him.

Rather, she could not make sense of it.

Many people thought of Killing Intent as something far too lofty and mysterious. In truth, it was not nearly so arcane. Anyone who killed living things possessed Killing Intent; it did not matter whether what they killed was human.

To put it plainly, any butcher picked at random from the roadside would have Killing Intent.

Killing Intent was, in fact, a change in one's mindset.

The moment the butcher's blade fell.

The sensation of personally taking a life surged into one's heart.

Naturally, one would come to hold life in contempt—or, perhaps, treat it lightly.

However, some lives carried too little weight to produce such contempt or carelessness. It was like stepping on an ant by the roadside. Even if the ant was crushed to pieces, a normal person would not feel pity, much less undergo any change on a mental level. Moving upward from there came chickens, ducks, and fish. Though these creatures also possessed life, ordinary people found it difficult to empathize with them when killing them. Usually, only when larger livestock such as pigs, cattle, and sheep were slaughtered would people feel the faintest stir.

Higher still was killing one's own kind.

Because everyone looked roughly alike.

The sense of identification was strong.

When personally killing the other person, one would wonder whether they, too, might one day be killed by someone else—perhaps even in a similar fashion.

After realizing this.

There were mainly two kinds of reactions.

One was to let fear drive oneself to become stronger, unwilling to be killed.

And on the battlefield.

Or in a conflict.

If one wanted to avoid being killed by others, one could only kill