After being sneak attacked by the Bloodkill Hall, Long Chen grew even more careful. Although Long Chen wasn’t afraid of their assassinations, he was afraid of them switching targets.

These shameless people were capable of doing anything. They kept saying they were the followers of the Killing God and cultivated the Dao of assassination.

But despite supposedly researching assassination arts, they put poison on their weapons. That was what he was disgusted by. Just because they had a god’s inheritance, they did anything to achieve their goals. How was that a Dao?

Long Chen looked down the most on those people who said they had a belief yet had no bottom line at all.

The time he had been most disgusted with them was when he had been with the Mo family in Qin Prefecture. He had been attacked by the Bloodkill Hall on the streets, and in the end, they had even used a little girl only three or four years old to attack him.

When that poison needle stabbed into his heart, his disgust toward the Bloodkill Hall also sank into his heart.

Seeing that innocent and naive little girl had caused him to think of his own little sister, and in the...