C365 The Whiteclothed Youth

Tick.

Rivulets of blood cascaded down the keen edge of the scale blade, pooling into a tiny stream.

In mere moments, this blade had claimed the lives of dozens of Hidden Flow martial cultivators, even piercing the chest of Sect Master Shang Zong—a feat nothing short of horrifying.

Yet now, the same blade quivered ever so slightly in the presence of this unnamed human