Chapter 909: Tainted Blood Mutates

Benjamin Shaw took a deep breath. His sword arts surged to their peak, and the verdant sword in his grip flared with black radiance as an earth-shaking sword intent burst forth. Startled, the formation spirit flickered out of sight and, in the blink of an eye, reappeared behind him. Its golden longsword arced down toward the back of his head. If he had taken that strike head-on with nothing but flesh and bone, even his Holy Body of the True Dragon would have been gravely injured. Yet he ignored...