C52 Half Face

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the blade was like a roaming dragon. Under the moonlight, the blade king drew out the scabbard, and with a pull of its scabbard, it slashed at the nearby black clothed men.

The carving dragon's silver blade shone with a cold light under the moonlight. The moment the long blade was unsheathed, the faint smell of blood wafted out from the blade