Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ake my heart!"Jiang Wangren walked with his sword, and in a moment he had traversed the entire small room. His sword light almost illuminated the entire room!Purple Qi Comes from the East Sword, First...s heart.There's a certain ruthlessness about taking things into one's own hands.Jiang Wang reached out like lightning, pressing on his calf, and the man was already airborne, spinning in the air, stri...