Deng Shiming's face revealed a hint of a grim smile, his short sword held in a reverse grip, and he stepped forward like an arrow, swinging the short sword, accompanied by a soft "hiss."
A passerby fearfully clutched his neck, but the blood continued to gush out from between his fingers like a fountain.
Joy surged in Deng Shiming's heart.
To martial artists, ordinary people were as weak as chicks, so vulnerable that they could be killed with a wave of the hand.
Previously, he was restricted by various constraints. Even though he possessed greater power, he had to suppress his violent nature, abide by laws and regulations, and live obediently like ordinary people.
But now he didn't have to endure anymore; the intense pleasure from slaughter made his blood boil, his body shaking slightly in excitement.
He charged forward recklessly, cutting throats of passersby with his short sword wherever he went.
