That instant seemed as if an eternity had passed.
The moment Hu Yuan saw Sparrow Cat, all the hair on his body stood on end.
He struggled with all his might to halt his action, but it was too late, and it was impossible to stop, because he had unleashed the Technique of Slaughter.
Once the Technique of Slaughter was deployed, it was like a blade of death—once it struck any creature, there was no room for regret.
Even Hu Yuan himself could not reconsider at this moment.
In that instant, he felt as if he were standing at the threshold of two grand doors, one bearing the image of the lower half of a sparrow, the other adorned with a drooping cat head. Then it told him to make a choice, a choice that had to be made: was the Technique of Slaughter meant to kill the sparrow or the cat?
Floods of distant memories surged to his mind at this moment.
His first death occurred during his peak.
