Translator: Aran

  In the vault of heaven, clouds scudded across and Ye Qingyu stood proudly straight.

  Feeling the pure energy coming from [Blood Drinker Sword], a light smiled curved his lips.

  Although the [Blood Drinker Sword] was not considered as completely refined, the thick and huge sword body looked more like a huge door plank rather than a sword, but its formidable power was beginning to take form. In particular, the power of his [Blood Drinker Sword] and the pow..