Shenchao Continent

The breath around Xu Zhou suddenly sank. "Then let me tell you, you are not the only one I want to kill. I want all the debts that your shadow sect owes me back!" He slowly drew out the long sword in his hand. The sword flashed with cold light, drawing a cold arc in the sunset. The rusty blade was smooth and sharp, reflecting his cold eyes. The sword that had not been unsheathed for more than twenty years drank blood again today!