C425 One Hundred Swords Yeh Zhu Was Defeated!

Amidst the pervasive aura of death, Yeh Zhu's face was etched with gravity as his hand slowly reached behind him.

With a grave countenance, he drew forth a blade from his back. The weapon was a deep, obsidian black, embellished with the scarlet pattern of Tumi flowers. Its hilt was sculpted from a skull that seemed to be crafted from human bone, and it radiated an aura of spirituality