Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
“Anger blinds the heart. Hatred consumes the soul.”
“Spare me your sermons!” Leroy roared, his voice raw. His eyes burned with madness now. “Your monastery killed my family, you self-righteous frauds! You preach compassion, but all I see is blood!”
He slammed his dagger against his palm, coating it in his own blood. A sickly crimson aura flared around him as he chanted dark syllables, his voice breaking with fury. “Cursed Fang Art — Crimson Shroud!”
His body blurred. For a heartbeat, he was gone. Then he appeared behind Jin, his blood-soaked blade descending toward the monk’s spine.