Like God Descending on Earth
編集者: Atlas Studios
For Xu Qing, killing was something he was intimately familiar with throughout his life.
From childhood, it had become his instinct. Living in a world where the strong prey on the weak, faced with so much evil and cruelty, the only way to survive was…
through killing.
Erasing those who harbored malice towards him meant ensuring his own safety.
The slums, the scavenger campsite, Seven Blood Eyes, Yinghuang Province, Fenghai County, Moon Offering Region, the human imperial capital, Flame Moon Region…
He continued to walk this path.
He couldn't remember how many he had killed; the bamboo slip had long since been insufficient.
Perhaps only the cold wind formed by the envoy of death that accompanied the massacre would remember the exact number.
This was because it blew past everywhere Xu Qing went.
Now, the cold wind transformed into an undercurrent, spreading across the seabed.