Hundred Yue Assassin Group (1)

"Bloodlust?"

Lady Mingzhu murmured to herself.

It was not that she did not believe him.

She simply could not understand it.

Many people imagined bloodlust to be something far more profound than it really was. In truth, it was not nearly so mysterious. Anyone who had taken a life possessed bloodlust; it did not matter whether what they killed was human.

To put it plainly, pick any pig butcher off the street, and he would still have bloodlust.

Bloodlust was, in essence, a change in one's state of mind.

The moment the butcher's blade fell.

The feeling of personally depriving something of life surged into one's heart.

Naturally, one would develop contempt for life, or perhaps call it carelessness.

However, some lives carried too little weight to inspire 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 for it, much less undergo any mental change. 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 like pigs, cattle, and sheep were slaughtered would humans feel even the slightest stir within themselves.

Higher still was killing one's own kind.

Because everyone looked roughly alike.

The sense of identification was strong.

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

After realizing this.

There were mainly two reactions.

One was to be driven by fear to become stronger, unwilling to be killed.

And on the battlefield.

Or in a struggle.

If one did not want to be killed by others, then one could only