The Strange Immortal Summit: A Hilarious Sword That Questions Heaven

“Ah...!”

A soft silver sword gleaming with golden light

sliced across the old lecher’s neck.

His eyes trembled in their sockets.

Clutching his throat, he collapsed backward in agony.

In an instant, a dashing young man in a purple robe spun down from the sky.

Blood dripped from the soft silver sword gleaming with golden light in his hand.

“Drip... drip... drip...”

“Too weak,”