chapter 31 I'm hard

Harta spread out the God-Killing Art and studied it with concentration. His eyes swept over the messy handwriting, as if he saw a stream of unparalleled sword energy sweeping towards him. The originally messy words seemed to have some kind of pattern, and he watched them intently. It seemed like a figure could be seen wielding a sword to kill.

Gradually, beads of sweat began to ooze out on Harta forehead. The further he looked back, the messy handwriting seemed to be bleeding, and...