Chapter 390
- Zhang Zhihui put away his sword and looked at the deep bottomless cliff. Ye Mo fell down like a meteor, and there was no way he could live.
- "Brother Zhang, what was that?" Even Xi Wushan was confused.
- Zhang Zhihui nodded and said, "Perhaps I used too much force on that sword, and I didn’t expect this punk to be so weak that he got blasted away by my sword."