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

blasted the air once more. A black, semi-circular shield of energy erupted from his fist, deflecting all the wind blades.And the Fourteenth fell from the heavens, once again wielding six hundred sword... about it.Because he was so intelligent, he knew too well what it meant.Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!From beginning to end, he didn't even glance at Jiang Liuyue once, nor...