"Today, if you die beneath my blade, I'll collect your corpse and raise a grave for you."
Wednesday said this to Xu Zimo.
"You're that confident you can kill me?" Xu Zimo asked with great interest.
"I know you have some strength. At the very least, I can't see through you."
"If possible, I definitely wouldn't want to provoke you."
Wednesday spoke honestly.
For someone like him, who had spent years walking through life and death and tempering himself on the edge of the grave, how could he not know Xu Zimo was anything but simple?
But right now, he had no choice.
For his daughter's illness.
He had to gamble once.
Besides, he had encountered life-and-death crises plenty of times before.
Every time, he had ultimately escaped by relying on his own strength and iron will.
So this time, Zhou San wanted to gamble again.
He dragged his broadsword behind him, while surging blade energy roiled endlessly around his body.
This power moved everyone present.
They all knew that Zhou San of the broadsword had made quite a name for himself.
Yet they had not known that battles between life and death could temper a person so greatly.
Wednesday's strength seemed to be on the verge of entering the Dao.
He had already severed the Three Corpses.
At this pace, as long as he put in some effort, entering the Dao would be a sure thing.
Even Jiang Rui beside him was somewhat surprised.
He had never heard the name of any broadsword wielder before.
But at this moment, he was already considering whether he could find a way to recruit the other man after this was over.
Perhaps something could be done with the man's daughter.
At this moment, everyone's gaze fell upon Xu Zimo.
Faced with such