Chapter 5950 Blood Debts Paid
- Oswald felt the air catch in his chest; heat rose through the cold as he drew breath past blood-flecked teeth.
- "Heavenly Sword Pavilion disciples, heed me. Nine Heavens Sword Array—slay the fiends, purge the wicked! If the swords live, we live; if the swords die, we die!"
- The shout left his throat like shattered ice, yet beneath the chill he felt magma pushing upward, hungry for daylight.