Chapter 883 A God
- Staring at the sword in Jaziel's grasp, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank to pinpoints of terror.
- That the nine dragons could merge into a weapon—and that all their might now coursed through one edge—was a nightmare no defense could answer. Even the Eight-Armed Divine-Demon had fallen in a single stroke.
- If I make one mistake, I die here today. Resolve hardened in the middle-aged man's gaze.