Chen Yi glanced at the corpse on the ground.
The old beggar's final words before his death were that the world's oldest profession is selling oneself, and the second is killing.
Many people enjoy both professions, especially when others sell themselves to them while they kill another group.
Chen Yi felt a similar sentiment.
Although his master, Zhou Yitang, had severed his corpse energy and extinguished his killing intent, Chen Yi still needed to kill.
As blood dripped from the Hou Kang Sword, a blade for killing, Chen Yi couldn't help but question whether, with his current mindset, he could truly master the righteous path of the Yinzai Sword.
He feared that no matter how much True Qi he channeled to simulate martial arts, in the end, it might all be in vain—or worse, turn the Yinzai Sword into nothing more than a killing blade.
As Chen Yi's thoughts wandered slightly,
the battle between the high monk and Chou Gang was also nearing its conclusion.
