Xie Tian has killed many people.
If the Soul Cultivators of Ruoshang Province count as people, then the number he has killed may only be less than Wu Shang, the first God of Killing in the Nine Provinces.
Countless lives have never disturbed his heart.
Even now, in this seemingly proactive provocation of a strong kill, it won't faze him.
Because his heart, due to Shen Shao's death, has become even colder and more resolute, and the last bit of compassion within him has completely scattered like smoke due to Shen Shao's death.
He doesn't resent the six Undying Immortals of the Temple of Killing, nor does he blame heaven and others, he only blames himself for not being strong or ruthless enough.
So, as he sets off again, he has once again determined his path as the route to Anlan Mountain—slaughter, deceit, and ruthlessness.
And the path to the Sixty-Four Mountains is the same kind of road.
In the pristine white snow, there were three rows of footprints.
