When the last man died by Hu Gui's hand, Hu Gui drew a deep breath. Yet there was no fear—rather, a faint excitement stirred within him. The blood throughout his body seemed to boil, and Blood Blade thirsted for slaughter.
His state of mind rose and fell wildly, yet Hu Gui himself had not noticed what was wrong with him. Because of his own negligence, Hu Gui had already lost his final chance to break free from Blood Blade's control. Once a person sank into depravity, escaping Blood Blade would basically become impossible. Killing Aura and blood qi had far too great an influence on people.
Hu Gui gripped Blood Blade and turned to look at Huo Hai. For some reason, an impulse suddenly surged up within him—an impulse to kill the black-clothed man before him as well. The thought gave Hu Gui a tremendous fright.
He shook his head and hurriedly cast the thought aside. He did not think there was anything wrong with wanting to kill the man before him; he merely knew that he was nowhere near a match for him. His way of thinking had already completely changed.
The owner of Blood Blade was naturally meant to slaughter everything. There was no one beneath heaven whom Blood Blade's owner would not dare kill. Huo Hai noticed that look as well, but he did not care. Even if Hu Gui were controlled by Blood Blade and turned into a killing machine, he would still be a killing machine with thoughts. He would consider whom to kill first and whom he wished to kill. Since there was hatred in his heart, he would naturally go after the Blazing Sun Sect.
Huo Hai nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. It seems you still have the conviction and courage to become