Just Want to Kill You All, or Be Killed by You All.

I am a deranged psychopath driven by an insatiable urge to kill. But to keep from painting a target on my back and making enemies of every righteous soul under heaven, there is only one way forward—black eats black. A demonic cultivator once snarled at me: "What’s wrong with being a demonic cultivator? Do we all deserve death? And how are you any better, slaughtering left and right without a second thought?" I couldn’t be bothered to argue. He wasn’t worth the breath. I simply pointed him toward my Heaven and Earth Justice Human Emperor Sword. Let that do the talking. And let him remember this—once a demonic cultivator, always a demonic cultivator. As for those bodies? They died of acute metal poisoning. Nothing to do with me. What do you mean, "hacked to pieces"? Keep running your mouth, and I’ll give you a dose of acute metal poisoning too. And that time in the Demon Realm? Sorry, I honestly thought you were a pack of demonic beasts. My flying sword just couldn’t stop in time. Oh, and your blood mist got in my eyes—total blind spot! Honestly, who wanders around the Demon Realm looking like that? We’re having a rough time out here too, you know. What a complete mess. Hmph. Go ahead, tell everyone...