Swordsmith
Editor: Atlas Studios
The vicious aura was full of rage, and even more tempestuous than a flood.
The young envoy was caught off-guard and struck head-on, and it was as if he had been ruthlessly crushed by an ancient demon king. Almost immediately, many parts of his body looked abnormally distorted.
Plop—
Under the gazes of Yan Wuyou and the rest, his body followed a parabolic trajectory as he was thrown into the distant forest.
Yan Wuyou: "…"
Lei Shao and Liu Chuanyuan: "…"
So…
What was this guy here for?
If one was to say that he was not a special envoy of the imperial court, yet he had indeed brought along the Spirit King Sword with the mark of the emperor on it. It was almost impossible for ordinary people to fake it.
If one was to say that he was a special envoy of the imperial court…