e face was almost as white as the snow itself.The sickly Eleventh Prince of the Great Qi, walked unsteadily along the rickety plank road, quietly sensing the breath of a god-like strongman gradually a...the world, life and death are at stake. Which peerless genius would yieldLet me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Sword Qi and Blade Qi were still clashing.Dou Zhao held his s...