Chapter 183: What Choice?

the face of death.Suddenly, as if reaching a certain critical point, the vast river of wandering souls seemed to empty in an instant under some kind of power. And the ghostly image of the Netherworld... Tian Xiaodao's blade fell towards him, he parried it with the hilt of his own sword, dancing it in his palm to deflect the attack.>This four-inch dagger, in Gan Chang'an's hand, was like an impenetra...