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

masked man. He seemed to be trying hard to conceal his identity, with a stiff posture and a forced calmness.Poor Zhongli Yan, he thought like last time, there would be at least a few hundred people w...rift suddenly tear open in the void before the Asura King, Ye Wang.A jet-black blade, long and imposing, had already cleaved its way out of the rift.After the long sword, comes Qin Zhichen's Yama Empe...