Chapter 1: The Sword Saint Reduced to a Toy Time seemed to stop at that very moment. At the instant when Chen Ming—or rather, his identity in this lifetime, Sword Saint Lyle—laid eyes on that Blood Clan progenitor in a flowing jet-black dress, her hair as silver as snow, Rosalia, the world stilled. Tens of thousands of Crusade memb...
Chapter 1: The Sword Saint Reduced to a Toy Time seemed to stop at that very moment. At the instant when Chen Ming—or rather, his identity in this lifetime, Sword Saint Lyle—laid eyes on that Blood Clan progenitor in a flowing jet-black dress, her hair as silver as snow, Rosalia, the world stilled. Tens of thousands of Crusade members lost all color in an instant, turning into shriveled corpses that tumbled to the ground. Within several li, only he and Rosalia remained alive. Pleasure. That was the difference in strength, so vast that Rosalia could easily crush him, one of humanity’s greatest Sword Saints, in an instant if she wished. The Holy See had clearly said that Rosalia was still asleep. The Holy See had clearly said that Rosalia’s strength was less than a tenth of its former self.
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