My Core is the Boss

Zhang Yan, a man with a full head of white hair, said gravely to Zhao Ci, "The Moonwatch Continent is doomed. The Moluo Clan simply cannot be held back. You might as well become my disciple and join the Canglan World."

Zhao Ci's gaze remained firm. "Senior, when I was young, I swore an oath to never take a master. If I ever do, it will only be the strongest—the Faceless Sword God!"

He had grown up listening to stories of the Faceless Sword God. Toward the man who had single-handedly shifted the tide and fought three thousand demon spawns, Zhao Ci felt boundless admiration, bordering on fanatic devotion.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yan snorted coldly. "How short-sighted of you! The Heavenly Dao of Moonwatch Continent is defective. At most, one can only reach the Nascent Soul realm. No matter how strong that so-called Faceless Sword God is, he is at best an alternative Violet Palace cultivator! Meanwhile, I still have hope of stepping into the Violet Palace realm in this lifetime. When I get my Origin Divine Technique, not even that Faceless Sword God can defeat me!"

Zhao Ci said nothing. He knew there was no way to persuade Zhang Yan.

"Oh, right," Zhang Yan added casually, "your third brother planned to secretly welcome that so-called Blood-Clothed Sword God. Hu Mang chopped him into a human stump."

Zhao Ci's hands froze mid-motion. The water in the basin rippled violently. A mist seemed to form before his eyes. Upright in character, his third brother was always willing to help others. When they were young, he often took Zhao Ci to ride horses and play outside.

Now, he was reduced to nothing more than a human stump. Hands and feet severed. Eyeballs gouged out. Vocal cords pierced. Ears punctured through.

How could Zhao Ci not be overcome with grief and rage?

Zhang Yan said coldly, "My patience is limited. If you don’t give me a satisfactory answer in three days, your third brother's fate may well become yours."

He could no longer be bothered to talk with the natives of Moonwatch Continent.

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