a different sword style, some fierce, others insidious.The blade flashed like a torrential downpour, raining down and forcing Zuo Guanglie into the snake pit.Organ Beast·Blade Winged Hawk.Let me know...ruel!”Born with a fatal toxin in my blood, I was marked for an early demise. Yet, my will remained unyielding, my spirit unbroken. For seventeen years, I challenged heaven itself, striving to defy fat...
Chapter Forty-Nine: The Night Watchman