King of Torch

A false Sword Saint: Faintly discernible Martial Art and a matchless Sword Art. Killing one man with every ten steps, no traces left behind in ten miles.
A genuine Sword Saint: A deep and resounding bloodline, peerless strength, an inexhaustible power and one chop to destroy the world. 
This is the story of a Swords Saint taking the path of a tank who cuts everything down on his path. 

Sword Saints Should Go Tank

    "that's right, your highness, don't tire yourself out."


  "Your Highness, where are you recruiting? how am I supposed to join?"


  The continuous shouting made Lu Chen smile.


  Soon, Lu Chen walked down the stage with a tired body but high fighting spirit.


  when they got off the stage, red butterfly ji, who was sneering at the barbarians with an arrogant expression, ran to lu chen's side and tried to help him up.


  "My Lord husband, it's been hard on you."


  "I'm fine. Help me find a place. I want to rest."


  Then, red butterfly Ji prepared to help Lu Chen find a hotel.


  however, he had only taken two steps when a large number of girls ran over.


   Your Highness, I'm from the Lin family of Yunzhou. Our Inn has a medicinal hot spring that can quickly relieve fatigue. There are also some girls who admire your grace. Your Excellency can move there to rest. 


  "your highness, our place is better, yingluo."


The enthusiastic people of Yunzhou