In the mysterious planet distinct from the New World, individuals would often lose themselves. The young man from the Qin family, once a paragon of decorum and grace on New World, now lay in a crimson pool of his own making. Whether at elegant soirees or intimate gatherings, he was always the epitome of geniality. Yet, in this realm, a darker side of him had been unleashed. 1

Equally transformed was the Moonlight Bodhisattva. Previously known for his reticence and impassivity, here he exhibited a chilling ruthlessness, mercilessly maiming the young Qin without a second thought. Freed from societal norms and moral confines, the true nature of many revealed itself.0

"Who approaches?" The Moonlight Bodhisattva's heightened senses detected even the softest tread of the Grandmaster Horse. In a swift, graceful leap, he distanced himself, surveying his surroundings with wariness. Although his aura radiated a pure, ethereal glow akin to moonlight, it was marred by the harsh splatters of blood on his visage and attire.0

"Where are the rest?" Wang Xuan's voice held an edge, cold and sharp, deducing the grim fate of the others.0

"They're scattered in various parts of the forest, guarded by other grandmasters. I can lead you to them. I've slain only a few; their remains are here," the Moonlight Bodhisattva replied, his stance defensive yet calculated. He remained wary of Wang Xuan, discerning an underlying...0