Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
“It almost makes me want to spare you.”
Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.”
The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”