temperature in the air was terrifyingly low. Even a half-saint might freeze to death, Zhang Ruochin estimated.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The lifespan of half-sag...One hour of escape time, was the last chance for the Great Saint Manjian to survive.

Zhang Ruchen naturally knew that if he didn't kill the Manjian Great Saint, he would be in a very unfavorable position in the Netherworld in the future. But his heart couldn't bear to forget righteousness, so he decided to give him one last chance.

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The Great Sage of the Barbarian Sword obviously understood Zhang Ruochen. After drinking the wine from the pot, he walked over and patted Zhang Ruochen on the shoulder, laughing loudly: "You can't escape. Where can you escape to My source of saints has been dug away, and my cultivation base is almost abolished. Any casual Great Sage could kill me. It would be more painful to die at the hands of my own brother than to die in the hands of a group of minions in the Netherworld."

Zhang Ruochin stared at him, wryly smiling: "Too much! You're so straightforward. What about me Where can I find some pleasure How about this, I give you three hours, maybe then you can escape from my hands"

When the phrase "suicide" came out of Mighty Sword Saint's mouth, his tone carried a certain weight to it.

Zhang Ruchen knew very well that the Manjian Great Saint didn't want to commit suicide. He understood that suicide would only make him appear more pathetic and wouldn't help Zhang Ruchen at all.

For Zhang Ruochin to establish himself in the underworld, what he needed was his life.

The Great Saint of the Barbarians Sword stared at Zhang Ruochin for a long time. Seeing that he didn't make a move, he shouted: "In swordsmanship, I also have considerable attainments. Let me see your skills by taking my sword."

Although the Saint Source of the Great Holy Sword was extracted, the Great Holy Sword's blood and immortal sacred body still contain powerful Saint Force.

When fingers are pinched into the shape of a sword, sword intent permeates and opens, stirring the starlight mist in the void.

Zhang Ruichen stood still. a sky full of stars, along with the ghost city of Fengdu at the top of the World Tree.>Beneath his feet, shattered white gauze and netting, scattered across the ground."With the crane Qing long gone...