I Wield a Soul-Devouring Blade That Cleaves the Heavens

[No System] [Classic Fantasy] [Passionate and Exciting] [Decisive and Ruthless]

The Great Dao lies before all under heaven, and countless heroes vie for supremacy. When a blade is drawn, who can stand against it?

Do bones really matter?

The victor's bones become sacred, revered by thousands.

What use are the bones of the defeated?

Not even a dog would eat them!

Ye Ming's expression turned stern as he declared with righteous conviction:

“Let my blade sever bitter grudges and cut away the heart's resentment. What does it matter if not a bone remains?”