The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

The spirit boat had barely sailed far from the star system where Wansheng Star was located when it suddenly entered a strange space.

The stars are hidden, spiritual power is suppressed, and rules are covered up, leaving only boundless and endless flames.

A golden-red figure appeared in front of the spirit boat.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, long hair flowing down his back, and two flames burning in his pupils.

His face contorted in a ferocious expression as he reached out and slammed his hand down hard.

Boundless flames crashed down.

"Kill, come out and see me."

The sound transcended space and resounded in everyone's minds.

The white-robed cultivator's face was deathly pale. He desperately activated the defensive array of the spirit boat, but the protective barrier he erected was annihilated before the flames arrived, not even having the power to block them.

Luo Chuan suddenly took a step forward, and the killing intent instantly took over his body.

A crimson killing intent surged forth, easily breaking through the overwhelming flames and spreading rapidly, quickly occupying half of the flame space and standing in opposition to the flames.

A golden-red figure emerged from the flames and stood ten feet away from the carnage.

He stared at "Luo Chuan's" face, the flames in his pupils flickering. Looking at the bewildered look on Sha Lu's face, a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

"You don't remember me?"

Killer looked at him without saying a word.

"Too."

The man laughed, and the flames in his pupils surged even more fiercely.

"When you destroyed the Tianheng Sect, you killed hundreds of thousands of people. How could you possibly remember every single one of them?"

Killer's brow twitched slightly.

Tianheng Sect.

He remembered.

Three thousand years ago, before He was shattered and sealed away, He destroyed a sect.

That sect was named "Tianheng," meaning "balance of the heavens." In the eyes of the world, it was the leader of the righteous path, with a pure and upright sect.

But beneath that glamorous exterior, on the star controlled by the Tianheng Sect, lie countless bones.

Under the guise of "management," they exploit almost all the resources on every planet.

The creatures at the bottom of society toil their entire lives, and more than 90% of their harvest must be handed over to the sect. The remaining scraps are barely enough for them to survive; they don't even have the right to cultivate. The Tianheng Sect does not allow the mortals under its rule to have the ability to resist.

But that's not the worst part about them.

Talented children are secretly taken away, their talents are stripped away and purified using evil magic, and then injected into the bodies of sect disciples.

Those children never had the chance to go home. Their parents were told that their children had joined the Tianheng Sect and needed to sever all ties with the mortal world. Then, with pitiful pride, they were to continue toiling in the fields until they died.

From the perspective of those outside the Tianheng Sect's sphere of influence, although the creatures on that planet were not wealthy, most of them were able to die peacefully of old age, which was already considered quite good.

One day, the killing was drawn by a strong killing intent.

On that planet, countless oppressed beings harbored murderous intent towards the Tianheng Sect, directing their slaughter towards the sect.

He saw with his own eyes the remains of children whose talents had just been stripped away, the miners and farmers who had been exploited to the point of being skin and bones, and the sect disciples drinking spiritual wine, their words filled with disdain for the lower classes.

So He personally destroyed the Tianheng Sect.

Sect leader, elders, deacons, disciples... none of those who directly participated in the evil magic or knowingly condoned it were spared.

Hundreds of thousands of lives were lost overnight.

The mountain gate was burned down, the old order was shattered, and the oppressed creatures on that planet gained freedom.

But the killing never felt that it had done anything special; it was simply responding to those murderous intents, nothing more.

The man continued, his voice trembling, "You killed the sect leader, the elders, the deacons, and all the disciples. Hundreds of thousands of people, not a single one was spared."

He suddenly raised his head, the flames in his pupils almost overflowing.

"I had only been a disciple for three years at that time, and I was traveling abroad, thus escaping a calamity. When I returned, the sect was already in ruins. I spent over two thousand years cultivating, and over three hundred years searching for you, engaging in slaughter. Tell me, should I have killed you?"

The killing fell silent.

Although He acted in accordance with those murderous intentions, it was not out of the instinct to kill, but rather His own choice.

As He said, He is an intelligent being who can control His instincts and will not kill indiscriminately. Everything He does is only what He believes He should do.

"You've been a student for three years."

When the killing began, his tone was no longer gentle; his face was cold and indifferent.

"You've been with the Tianheng Sect for three years, and you still don't know what that sect is doing?"

The man's expression twisted for a moment.

"So what if I know?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"I am of mediocre talent. If it weren't for the Tianheng Sect taking me in, I would have died long ago. It was the Tianheng Sect that gave me the opportunity to cultivate, it was the Tianheng Sect that made me who I am today! You destroyed my sect, killed my teachers and fellow disciples, it is only right and proper for me to seek revenge!"

"Even if your teachers and fellow disciples cultivated by devouring the lives of innocent people?"

"Those people are nothing but ants!"

The man's voice was almost a roar.

"Without the Tianheng Sect, they would have died long ago! The Tianheng Sect gave them a chance to be used, making their deaths meaningful. What's wrong with that?"

Looking at the almost insane person in front of him, Killer suddenly felt very tired.

That's how it is for everyone, everyone who comes to him for revenge.

Every time, it's the same logic.

My sect's killings were out of necessity. My teachers have been incredibly kind to me. Those ants are dead, but your destruction of my sect is an unforgivable crime.

How could someone raised in such an environment be a person of compassion and righteousness? They talk about revenge, but in their hearts, only their own interests matter.

The reason they're looking for him now is simply because he's just been resurrected and his strength hasn't returned to its peak; they want to seize his essence.

Slaughter sighed.

"Enough talk, let's fight."

The moment the words fell, a crimson killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, overwhelming the opponent.

The man snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and endless flames condensed into two enormous fire dragons, roaring as they charged toward slaughter.

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Fang Zhou moved a deck chair into the yard, lay down lazily on it, and gazed at the brilliant starry sky.

"Running so fast?"

Fang Zhou sensed the spiritual point he had placed in Luo Chuan's dantian and was somewhat surprised by their speed.

From here to the location of the aura, countless light-years have passed.

The night breeze from Cheng'an City swept through the courtyard, bringing a touch of coolness.

Xiaoyue lay on his lap, her tail swaying idly, her amber eyes half-open and half-closed, as if she were about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Fang Zhou frowned, crossed space, and turned his gaze to the location of the spiritual point.

"That's interesting."

Fang Zhou stroked his chin and smiled.

"It seems that killing is actually a good person."

As the night wind blew by, Fang Zhou's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only Xiao Yue lying on the recliner, looking around in confusion, trying to find her master.