ans on the blade."This is my Zhuxie Sword, specially made to deal with cultivators like you..."Ning Yu spoke, raising his sword to his chest and gathering his mana. He slashed through the air..."Zzzt....rold, what is going on"Hal walked towards Duke Ross with a sinister smile on his face."Father, you've just recovered from a serious illness and are getting on in years. I think you should stop worryin...