C1358 Not Even a Single Cent Was Left for Me!!

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

In the Skyblade Mountains, Jian Jue stood proudly at the top of the mountain with a sword in his hand. Blood slowly flowed down his arm and gathered at the tip of the sword before dripping onto the ground.

However, he just stared at the top of the Hexaclysm Sword without saying a word. His eyes were unblinking, and his face was as calm as an ancient well