50,000 Miles, One Sword Breaks 100,000 Formations (2)
Editor: Atlas Studios
Why bother?
""I am not interested in your legacy," Han Muye said as he shook the sword in his hand, and the blood beads on it fell off, leaving the sword gleaming.
With a sword in hand, what need is there for external things?
"Besides, if I desire something, I'll take it with my sword. Why bother playing chess with you?"
Han Muye sheathed his sword and walked past Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi.
After taking a few steps, he halted and said calmly, "Killing someone who seeks death is meaningless, and it would needlessly damage my undefeated reputation."
He raised his hand and left a line of words on Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi's chessboard.
"Yunlan Town's Invincible Han killed Heavenly Venerable Luo Qi here."
Leaving the words behind, he walked away with big strides, leaving Luo Qitian in a state of confusion, murmuring to himself.
"A mind as resolute as a sword, no wonder, no wonder.
"I shouldn't have hesitated…"