C775 Return of Ten Thousand Swords!

On the side of a bustling street in the outer city sat an old beggar. He had his head lowered, and was dozing off.

"What a strong killing intent!" All of the killing intent condensed into a line, to the point of no return.

Suddenly, the old beggar opened his eyes. A bright light flashed through his blurry eyes before disappearing from where he stood as if he had never appeared before