The abandoned factory, filled with endless darkness, was finally permeated by a heavy stench of blood.
Deathly still, eerie and cold!
Ye Xuan swept a calm gaze over the scene, his eyes finally falling on Chang Guchuan's corpse, and he couldn't help letting out a wistful sigh.
This man had been the Sword God's closest friend in life.
Yet when the tides turned, not only did he not help Chiba Sakurako, he even hit her when she was down, assisting Du Bianhong and trying to use Chiba Kenichi to lure out the vanished Chiba Sakurako.
He couldn't even manage the bare minimum of just standing aside and doing nothing!
The Sword God, revered as the god of Martial Arts in the Northern Federation, had sheltered its Martial Arts for decades. How great a contribution had he made to this land? How glorious had his life's achievements been?
