Chapter 329 Once I Strike, Only Death Awaits
- A sword in hand, moonlight like ice.
- His whole being became a blade loosed from its sheath, unstoppable and razor-sharp.
- Gongsun Zheng held his sword without striking. Looking up from below at Damon King, he said, “This sword is named Hundred Mists, after the Gongsun ancestral land. It hasn’t seen daylight in five years. Tonight it sings for you. You can die with your eyes closed.”