Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

down at the audacious assassin.The wind, too, seemed to hold its breath, silently awaiting his reply.An ordinary-looking assassin suddenly grinned, and his entire head exploded!Dong's fist clenched,...k, all absorbed within his body.Flames of the fiery sparrows scattered, leaving only fireflowers floating in the air.With a single stroke of his right hand, the sword danced, scattering sword flowers...