Chapter 627

• He yanked out the sword he’d snatched from He Changkong, swung it like a cleaver, and hacked across with brutal force, knocking aside Purple Flame’s and the Butcher’s strikes.
• His other hand balled into a fist, the No-Shadow Glove flashing as he drove it straight into the Undying Arbiter’s sword tip.
• The Soulcaster’s two throwing knives screaming toward him—and the whip curling low for his legs—he didn’t even bother looking. He just ignored them.