An unprecedented calm and serenity filled the God of Slaughter's heart. He felt a carefree lightness he had never known before; anger and sorrow seemed to have vanished at that very moment, and all emotions departed with them.
If things could just go on like this forever, why not let it all go?
The God of Slaughter's gaze grew dazed, and slowly he pressed his palms together. Even the ferocious phantom of the God of Slaughter behind him slowly brought its hands together, its vicious killing intent transforming into wisps of Buddhist aura until it resembled a true Buddha.
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