Supreme Killer of the Flower City
A legendary god of slaughter is reborn, cultivating his strength solely to return to the Divine Realm. He vows that the twelve emperors of the Divine Realm will pay for their blood debts in blood. The
In the room, Yang Fan stared at the pale face in the mirror, his eyes filled with astonishment.
“I’ve been reborn.”
He touched his face, still somewhat dazed.
He remembered being struck down by the combined might of the Twelve Emperors of the Divine Realm.
But now, it seemed he hadn’t truly died.
More precisely, his soul had survived.
“Cast-off of the Yang family—what a pitiful fate,” Yang Fan shook his head, a trace of self-mockery upon his lips.
From the memories in his mind, he understood that the original owner of this body was the illegitimate son of the third son of the Yang family’s patriarch.
He had been cast out of the family mainly for being an idle wastrel, indulging in debauchery and women, bringing shame to a family that valued profit above all. Such a useless, scandalous member had no place in the Yang family.
Thus, Yang Fan was abandoned.
“My body is too weak. If I want revenge, I must first regain my strength,” Yang Fan smiled bitterly.
He found himself frail to the extreme, his energy sapped by years of excess—his body was all but ruined.
If he wanted to rebuild his constitution, he’d have to cultivate.
In his previous life, as the God of Slaughter across the universe, he’d mastered powerful cultivation techniques that could restore his body through practice.
“But the spiritual energy here is so thin. At this rate, how long will it take to reach the Saint Realm?” Yang Fan felt on the verge of tears.
He discovered, to his dismay, that this world was starved of spirit