The flying sword was razor-sharp, yet it failed to leave so much as a scratch on Zhao Ze.
Relying on the ferocious momentum of the flying sword, that monstrous infant slaughtered Ro Laowai’s Engineering Battalion and the Xieling tomb raiders like cutting wheat, showing not a shred of mercy.
Yet if it were allowed to keep wielding the sword like this, Zhang An and his men would be in mortal peril.
Chapter 238