Chapter 339: Sharpness Is for Enemies Alone!

Daxton Mabbett and the Black Kirin stepped into the ancient tomb. A Corpse Oil Lamp burned somewhere ahead, casting a dim sheen through the chambers, its light threaded with eerie blue wisps. Tap, tap, tap. Their footsteps echoed along the tomb passage. Daxton kept moving, following the corridor without meeting a single obstruction, until he reached a stone chamber. The stone door was carved all over with Sword Marks, orderly and razor-sharp. A hazy, profound Sword Intent coiled around them like...