lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,He had prepared for death and was waiting, but he didn't die. Instead, he "listened" to the whole extraordinary battle from beginning to end.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。