Chapter 588: Iron Sword

ove the summit, in the sky, there is a five-colored radiant cloud.“Last year, the [Nine Sounds Eight Winds Bell] of Lingbao fell from the sky. I remember that Yunxia, the junior sister, took it in the..."Confucius said: When gold and wood are attacked, things take on their forms. In the world there is no tool for profit, just as Bian and An skillfully employ their craft"re more terrifying When weakness becomes sin, when justice is distorted, when no one fights for justice, I forge my demon sword, slaughtering a bright sky! You can be kind, but you must possess your o...