C274 Inner Demon

He shoved the girl aside and once again, the White Dragon Sword in his hand thirsted for blood. Having just slain a man, Chen Hao felt his blood surge with fervor, yet he seemed oblivious or perhaps indifferent to the sensation. With each decapitation by the White Dragon Sword, a surge of power would travel up the hilt and into his body.

If Chen Hao were to glance down at that moment