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

e tamed, biting down on his neck.The longsword was drawn, its blade held across the boar's skull.Teeth met steel, a sharp clang ringing out.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated...truly the deadly guillotine hanging over the head of Dijiu Wumen.Hell is without a door, like a fish being watched, cunning and powerful, though it leaps out of Linzi, it remains in this pond of the s...