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

slashed at Wang Yi Wu's chest.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Wherever the saber passed, the wind howled mournfully like a ghostly wail.The executioner's sword wield...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！he season of Awakening Insects and drawn swords!Just the first cry of a sword can make one feel the vibrancy of spring.Seeing this sword coming forward, with thunderous energy, it felt like stepping o...