Cutthroat grew up a madman who hardly cared for life.From killing insects for sadistic pleasure, he moved on to animals and then finally, he ended with humans.He'd always enjoyed it, the feeling of watching a person beg for their life before he took it all the same.It made him feel like a god, one capable of taking or giving life as he saw fit.He'd always been the one to decide the fate of others but now?... Now, as he lay on the ground, bathing in the blood of the Innocents he killed with a terrifying man looming over him, Cutthroat couldn't help but grow tense.Had he lost his lofty position as a giver and taker of life?... No, impossible!He, just like James, had learned to merge cultivation techniques with his killing methods, ensuring they were more than efficient in taking down all foes.Brandishing his knife, he sort of cut Richard's ankle but a violent kick to his face sent him reeling, causing him to even drop his knife as his face nearly caved in.“Ahh!!!” He screamed ou
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