That sentence felt like a heavy earth-drilling bomb had been thrown into Meng Chao's head.
It went all the way from the top of his head to the depths of his soul.
It then turned into the fiercest firestorm, covering Meng Chao's every sulcus and every brain cell.
Boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
It was as if a gate or some kind of seal had been violently blown open.
In the depths of Meng Chao's brain, more memory fragments of his previous life gushed out like a volcano.
However, these memory fragments of his previous life had a lot of paradoxes with his previous memories of being a third-rate expert and a Ghost Assassin.
In these memories, there had never been a Black Skull Training Camp or a Ghost Tribe.
There was only the Blood Alliance and the Blood Blade Organization.
There had never been any Ghost Assassins either.
There was only the Doomsday Blade!
