I, the Sword: It's Not That I Can't Cut Through Things, I've Just Given Up

Looking at the tense villagers, Lin Nan smiled faintly and sighed. "You just never met the fearless me I used to be..."

Clang!

One sword stroke fell.

The steward Wang, who had been shouting moments before, stared at half his body as he slowly lost consciousness...

The scene fell completely silent. The watching villagers wore complicated expressions, fear mixed with gratitude.

The young man who had drawn his sword rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"I really couldn't hold back after all!"

"What a pain."

With stubble all over his face and messy hair, he looked more like a disheveled, middle-aged drunk unless you looked closely.

"A Nan! Run! All the servants have fled!"

"If the authorities get here, you won't get away!"

Mortals are powerless against Heaven, yet still harbor kindness.

The immortal sects lord it over the gods and demons, and their swords slay ancient great fiends, yet at heart they are vile.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.