Loading...
Regaining consciousness, the haze in Zhou Xuchuan's mind began to clear.
"...!"
He got up in surprise. He instinctively tried to reach for his sword but stopped.
"Where am…"
His voice sounded dry and rough, like sand scratching against stone.
He looked around. Above him was an unfamiliar ceiling, and beneath him, a bed. Beside the bed sat a round table with a flask of water.
His mind stalled for a brief moment before he reached out, grabbed the flask, and took a sip to wet his parched lips and throat.
Gulp, gulp.
His Adam's apple moved up and down. The cool water soothed his chest.
“Ha…"
He lowered the flask and exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
Then, he closed his eyes tightly, memories flooding back in.
WOOHOO!!!!!
A triumphant roar echoed in his ears, loud enough to shake heaven and earth.
I won. I really won.
The Dark Heavens Association Lord.
An enemy Zhou Xuchuan had grown sick of.
Even considering the man's power, which was as strong as his arrogance, he had gone so far as to prepare a desperate strike for the final moment.
That power wasn’t just impressive, it wasn’t good, or even great. It was madness itself.
But, unfortunately for him, his opponent was Zhou Xuchuan.
Zhou Xuchuan had assumed that if it was the Dark Heavens Association Lord, whose mind for scheming was as deep as Blessed Existence's, he would hold back and save a fatal blow for the final moment.
Since he was someone who had been able to keep quiet for decades, even though he had the power, force, and financial resources to turn the world upside down, in order to achieve a more perfect victory and defeat his foes, I assumed that he would have prepared a suitable strike for the moment that would determine his fate.
The Dark Heavens Association's...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
