The Blade King of No-Life wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stomped his foot hard against the mountain peak, causing it to tremble, and launched himself into the air. In an instant, he was before Dongfang Weimo, his blade swinging wildly. Hundreds of strikes were delivered in one continuous, breathless stream.
Each strike was ruthless.
Each strike was lethal.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!!"
Chapter 362