Translator: Pika

  Ye Chenliang found himself charging headlong toward Pei Mianman all alone.

  He had seen how the dozens of swords had been vaporized in an instant, and it terrified him. If the black flame was even able to melt metal, what chance would a body made out of flesh and blood have?

  He had never expected Yuan Wendong’s swords to be so useless. At least a rock would still cause a splash when dropped into a pool of water. All of those swords had disappeared witho..