Chapter 30 Sword Heart is Dizzy, Sword Bone is Weary

An Zhisu stood in the center of the arena, with the Flying Smoke Sword and the Harsh Cold Sword returning to her side, one on the left and one on the right.

She was bathed in blood, covered with wounds all over her body, and her right hand dangled limply, with several sections of the bone inside already broken.

In front of her stood a Golden Core Cultivator, his chest pierced by the Flying Smoke Sword.

The opponent's lips parted slightly, uttering hoarse words,

"Sword Heart! Sword Heart! For whom does the long blade clank and ring? I hear only..."

Before he could finish, his head was severed by the Flying Smoke Sword, and the following words dissipated with the crumbling mist, vanishing into thin air.

Clenching a sword technique in her left hand, An Zhisu was shaking with anger.

What do you mean, "For whom does the long blade clank and ring"? None of your damn business!

You filthy, damned thing deserving of a thousand cuts!