chapter 270 Wan Jian Chao Zong

When a few people came over, they saw a grand scene from afar.
In the distance, Frank Yale stood there quietly, motionless like a javelin. He closed his eyes, his clothes and white hair moved without wind, and around him, there were illusory sword shadows lingering, flying back and forth, constantly hissing, each one was sharp, and the number was so large that it made people's scalp numb.
Standing among thousands of swords, he was no longer a human being, but a sharp divine sword,...