At the execution ground, the blade falls, and the [Thousand Faces Containment Bureau] System binds to him!
Is the System a crooked merchant? It charges a fee for selling medicine, forces him to pay in installments for cultivation manuals, and even charges 3,000% annual interest on a lousy mask?
Mo Yao sneers. “Sinister and calculating? That's just a disguise. Haggling like a champion? That's who I really am!”
He breaks his bones and is reborn, snatches the executioner's blade, blinds and slaughters powerful enemies with lime, and terrifies his inner-force senior brother into a breakdown with a strange mask...
Other people level up through cultivation. I use my wits to outsmart the System, contain all things, fleece it for every last scrap, and sweep through the high-martial world!
From now on, murder lurks beneath the mask, and limitless power is hidden beneath the rain cape. I am the Lord of a Thousand Faces, and even the System has to kneel before me!
