Translator: Aran

  Qin Zhishui's aura had unbelievably and incredibly soared, an indescribable force surging out his body.

  The masters of Matchless Blade City in the hall all opened their eyes wide, filled with great shock.

  What was going on?

  Why would the strength of the City Lord be restored when he held the blade, and why did it also rise dramatically?

  ……


  In the sky.

  Wen Fusheng had already lost his patience.

  He naturally heard what..