This was also why Fan Zhongkun had disregarded all those people of the Jianghu and charged straight at Lin Kuisheng and his companions. These half-step martial realm experts were his prey; he no longer thought much of anyone weaker. No matter how many he killed, the increase in his strength would be limited.
More precisely, Lin Kuisheng and the others were prey for Inugami. Fan Zhongkun could sense very clearly that each time Inugami in his hand killed someone, its aura grew a little more sinister. The extent of that increase made even his heart tremble.
The growth in his own power was merely a tiny fraction of the benefits he received from Inugami.
But at this moment, Fan Zhongkun would not think too much about it. Even if he could no longer control Inugami in the future, that was a matter for the future. What he wanted now was strength-the strength to stay alive, the strength to kill others.
"Strength! I want strength!" Fan Zhongkun stared at Inugami before him, particularly at the hideous, pitch-black fangs at the end of its hilt.
He steeled his heart and said, "For strength, what is there to fear?"
With that, he extended his left wrist to the end of the saber's hilt. The fangs on the dog's head seemed to move, and the pitch-black fangs sank straight into his wrist.
When the fangs pierced Fan Zhongkun's wrist, his body shuddered. Then threads of blood-red appeared in those pitch-black fangs. At the same time, blood-red patterns faintly emerged on the saber's hilt. They began to spread, extending all the way from the sword's hilt to its Sword Body.
Bloody traces appeared on the pitch-black Sword Body. They slowly spread, and before long, the black Sword Body had turned blood-red.
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