Chapter 845: What a Fool_1

The sword in the hands of the swordsman clad in black was no longer a sword, but a patch of blood red that sapped one's will to live, a blood red pervaded by death without life. As the aura dispersed, many saw layers of white bones in their eyes, and even their will to resist weakened significantly.

"For making me lose decades of accumulated essence blood, I'll drink to your head."

The voice condensed into a thread, yet it was not quicker than the black-clad swordsman's strike. With his powerful slash downwards, the earth turned red, the sky turned red, everything turned to red.

"To force out the Blood Sea Floating Slaughter Slash, that kid is really tough."

The gaunt man fighting against the four women was a bit shocked, but then sneered coldly.

No matter how talented, a dead genius can only live in people's memories and will soon be forgotten.

"This is bad."