"Whoosh..."
The wind roared past his ears as his body plummeted swiftly, yet Chen Kuang felt a surprising calmness within.
From the very first day he traveled through time... no, even before his journey, he knew that most people in this world were mere fish on the chopping block, destined to be slaughtered at will.
Only those in power, who wielded strength, had the right to hold the butcher's knife.
The murderer from those years was one of them, the prison guards were one of them, Li Hongling was one of them, Su Yu was one of them, and the Martial Saint Pavilion was one of them.
The Saint... was just one of them.
If these knife-wielders saw him as fish meat, then... he would slaughter them.
As in his past life, so in this life.
What of the Saint?
I'll slap you and make you eat dirt.
Chen Kuang was well aware that for a Saint, this slap would barely be a serious injury, causing a bit of blood loss, needing a few months' recovery at most.
