"Even if it means a river of blood, even if corpses float for miles, in the face of such a peerless treasure, it's all ordinary."
Clang!
With a crisp sound, Zhu Yuxian suddenly sheathed his sword, the sound of the sword reverberating through the heavens and earth, carried far away by the mountain wind.
"I have effortlessly obtained these three opportunities, coveted yet never seen in a lifetime by countless people in the martial world, how could I not pay a price?"
"I have long been prepared, it's nothing more than staking this life of mine."
"As long as I'm not dead, I will not give up."
"One day, I will ascend to the Immortal Realm, shed my mortal form, and gain a body of freedom, transcending the Red Dust."
Faced with Zhu Yuxian's calm demeanor, Lu Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a moment. Without the Gifted Talent, he would probably still be struggling at the bottom of the martial world.
