"One more swordsman in this world doesn't make much difference, but if the Black Tortoise Emperor were to die, countless people would perish!"
Yanyan calmly crushed the water sword in his hand and picked up a dry branch from the ground.
Ying Quanshui looked at Yanyan, thought of all the deeds he had heard about Yanyan during this period, nodded, and bowed solemnly.
Chapter 820