A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

"Dongfang Hierarch, do you have anything left to say before death?"


Dongfang Bubai shook his head: "I have no regrets or attachments left in this world."


"To die by your hand at this moment does not disgrace my name, it is rather liberating indeed."


He suddenly laughed, muttering to himself: "Profound Truths of Life... Life... Profound Truths..."


He called out again, and as the blinding sunlight nearly forced him to close his eyes, he used his last ounce of strength to jump off the cliff!


His red clothes like blood, he finally walked to the end of his journey in Jianghu.


Zhao Rong quietly watched him jump off the cliff, her gaze reaching into the distance, taking in the beautiful scenery of Songyang.


Turning back, Zhao Rong's eyes swept over the forces of both good and evil.


Finally, someone snapped out of their daze, this battle was shockingly dreadful, far beyond anyone's imagination!


Chapter 187: Sword God Dongfang, Battle of the Pinnacle! (9.277k)_6