Sharp Knife

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain.
The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

Heaven Slaying Blade

By the time it finished speaking, its incredibly hard bronze wings had struck something, emitting a muffled sound. It directly sent a figure flying.


That figure staggered far into the void, tumbling and unable to control its form.


Then, in an instant, the Bronze Crane rushed to the front of the figure again, relentlessly striking with another sweep of its wing.


"Ah!" the figure ultimately couldn't help but let out a cry, "Bronze... Bronze Crane?"


This time, the sound was slightly duller, yet it struck the frantically retreating figure again, sending him flying once more.


"Elder Bronze Crane... misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" The figure spat out a mouthful of blood, having been injured by the two strikes from the Bronze Crane. Although not severely, he was indeed injured. Yet, he still shouted out about the misunderstanding.


Chapter 115 Die's Tribulation