Lin Tian's head full of black hair danced as his eyes became incomparably cold.

The longsword in his hand raised a cold aura, like the death sword of hell, as if it was capable of harvesting people's souls.

"Son of a bitch!"

He practically spat those three words through his teeth.

He never felt that he was a good person, but he also did not feel that he was an evil person, although his hands were stained with blood, and he had killed many ...