Translator: Aran

  Murderous spirit filled the air between Heaven and earth.

  Tragic screams rose and fell one after another.

  Yang Tianwu had made a powerful move. He struck a silver light sword down from the sky, without caring who was right or wrong and had killed many people at once.

  “Father, father, wake up……” A young man was hugging the mangled half body of his father, crying out in grief. Then, with his eyes flashing a blood coloured light, he charged towards..