Chapter 21: Commemorating Marquis Wuan

omething. Then, it suddenly contracted and condensed... the blood-colored mist pressed together into a solid form, instantly coalescing into a sword!This is a...sword without a hilt.From beginning to... his limit.Up to this moment, with fifty-four thousand blood rivers as the body!That exquisitely beautiful dream boat, held in his palm, was small and delicate, like a child's toy.Meng Tianhai had no...