Chapter 330: The Soul Closest to Hatred

Since it was already a case of "Undying and Endless," Han Fei felt no need to stain Zhuang Wen's humanity with fresh blood.

Taking over the baby's body, covered with a Death Curse, ferocious Ghost Patterns emerged on Han Fei's body, and his arm streamed with blood. His five fingers tightly grasped the Rebirth Slaughter Saber.

The Midnight Butcher, taking lives was essentially his profession.

"The suffering in this world is too heavy for him. I shall give him liberation."

Hand after hand seized the handle, while the dazzling, bright blade became the sole light of fire within the Death Building.

With a swing of his arm, the most beautiful power of humanity unfolded its arms upon the blade's edge, gently embracing the baby trapped in the depths of despair.

"Slash!"