Whatever My Sword Pointed at Is What My Heart Aspired To

Jiang Qingyu was a man from the Great Mountain and an outstanding genius, who should have lived proudly in the Three Realms and should have been respected and venerated by many people, yet he resigned himself to an ordinary life for his family. He polished his sword for ten years, before he shocked all Three Realms with a single sword strike. The man in front of them today didn't have his past graceful bearing and didn't have any life force left. His handsome face was lifeless, and his eyes were empty.

The Azure Demon felt sorry for him on behalf of Jiang Chen, and he couldn't help but reproach God for his unfairness.