C484 One Sword Break the Heavens

The sky seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Zhao Zhujian slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest. That peerless sword had already sunk more than half of its body into his chest. The only thing left was the hilt of the sword, which was still resting on his chest. The hand that was holding the sword was filled with blood.

"This sword is not bad