Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

own high into the air, flipping in mid-air, its blue light shining brightly, and sword qi instantly enveloped Chen Ping's head above him.Watanabe Ichiro's face was as dark as water, his inner strength...hment swept through the crowd!"Where did this kid come from A mere martial saint, how dare he be so arrogant""He's just a frog in a well from Kyoto's martial arts world. How could he possibly know the...