C394 Stop Please

It was a golden sword, and there were many patterns of numbers on it. They were arranged in a circle from 1 to 12, and not only that, Zhao Si also felt a familiar aura of power from it.

It was the power of time.

Although the blade had pierced his chest, Zhao Si did not feel any pain from beginning to end. There was not a single trace of blood from Zhao Si's body on the blade