Crystal of Lore

The emotionless blade pierced through the chest of the Spiritual Venerable.

Not until then did he regret for not having made himself a battle suit just to

look good. Otherwise, maybe he would survive.

"I can't believe I'll die in the hands of a..."

The Spiritual Venerable had never thought he'd end up like this on his way

here. Jiang Chen's decisiveness especially surprised him.

The peace in his eyes when he killed could only be seen from soldiers who

had come back from battlefields.

Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. The Spiritual Venerable was dying.

Jiang Chen drew the Redcloud Sword out of his body. His movement was

very smooth, but he slightly frowned at the sight of the blade covered with

blood.

"Your blood stained my sword," he said in anger.

The Spiritual Venerable's face distorted, but then he looked helpless. He

started to fall.