C141 Saber Intent Seed(1)

In the lush forest, Chiang Zhan's expression was cold. His eyes were like blades, and his body was emitting a world-shaking killing intent. He was like an ancient god of slaughter, a peerless beauty.

This was the materialized killing intent that he had cultivated after experiencing endless slaughter. It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood