C694 Accepting a Disciple!

Yang Chen glided atop his flying sword, the Saint Killing Sword gleaming with a crimson aura, as vivid as fresh blood. He gazed down at the young man below, his face a mask of tranquility.

"I refuse to accept this fate!" The youth's bitter smile belied his frailty, his body teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Is that..