C812 One Man One Sword One Word

One man, one sword, one word.

On the Stellar Battle Platform, there was a young man with a straight figure. He looked like a vigorous young man, but the aura he emitted was completely different.

The qi of decay lingered in the air. It was stronger than those old men who had half a foot in the coffin, and the qi of death was surging.

He had a young appearance, a decaying aura of death