Everyone else treats the sight of miasma as a harbinger of death. Shen Zhuo, on the other hand, opens his mouth and gulps it down. The more, the better!
His mother left him a crystal watch that can consume miasma, while his father insisted that he needed to be tempered through hardship to reach his potential. Shen Zhuo leveled up by getting beaten up: one punch knocked out a member of the Joint Defense Squad, two slashes shattered a powerful fighter's force field, and even the Vajra Sect's secret Thunder Pattern Seal became his spoils.
It felt great, but enemies were everywhere too. The Yinshan Sect swore to fight him to the death, the Meng family threatened to slaughter everyone in the bar, and wanted posters from the Miasma Patrol filled the streets.
With a Miasma Fang clamped between his teeth, Shen Zhuo sneered. "You really think I'm a pushover? I'm in a hurry to find my sister. I don't have time to waste on you! Anyone who blocks my way dies, whether human or Buddha!"
And that busted watch that's getting more sinister the more I use it? Heh. In this cruel world, someone has to tear the sky apart and fill in this damned abyss!
