"But I want to give it a try." The excitement in the young man's eyes intensified as he said, "They say a true man settles scores with swift pleasure—killing one in ten paces, leaving no trace for a thousand miles! I want to be that kind of person, to kill until a river of blood flows!"
'I'm already cold-blooded enough, with a heavy thirst for blood,' Wan Tong thought, the corner of his mouth twitching. 'I never thought my Junior Brother—the Sect Leader's beloved son, the most gifted disciple in the entire sect, a genius they say only appears once every three thousand years—would have an even greater thirst for blood than I do.'
'But he really is a genius. Just seventeen years old... and his power has already reached the level of a Tier Nine Sword Venerable!'
'No wonder the Sect Leader dotes on his youngest son, even decreeing long ago that he would be the next Sect Leader. And for once, the sect's complex factions have been unusually silent, with no one voicing any opposition!'
