Chapter 57: The Mystic Cloud Demon Never Sleeps

wo flaming swords crisscrossing in the air. The two wind centipedes were cut into four pieces and fell to the ground with him.Zhao Rucheng had already sheathed his sword, and his demeanor showed no pr... grown accustomed to it these days.What troubled him was the cat's death—it seemed to have been dismembered.Such cruelty made him frown.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translat...