What is the Deadman's Blade?
Right hand holding the broken blade, he shook the hilt, with blade light sharp and fierce, he severed his left arm.
Watching the blade chop off his left forearm and expose the ghastly white bones of the Deadman's Blade, Zhou Li was stunned.
Playing this big?
"That's how the dead operate."
Deadman's Blade twisted his neck, an eerie smile creeping over his face, "Otherwise, would you like to see another blade?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Deadman's Blade charged straight at Zhou Li. This time, he had no stance, no defense, and didn't hold his blade across his chest. He charged forward with no technique, like an ordinary person who had just picked up a sword, recklessly charging ahead.
Wrong!
Golden brilliance in his eyes, the divine light shone.
