Chapter 1871: Blade King

With that cry, a plain-looking young girl appeared on the village's main road, pushing a wheelchair toward Michael and the others. In the wheelchair sat an elderly man with white hair, his frame thin and frail. His face was dry and shriveled, exuding the aura of someone on his last legs. "Father?" The bearded man shouted and ran over. "Why did you come out?" "If I don't come out, you Will probably die at the hands of others. I told you to practice hard every day, but you didn't. You just ate,...