Qin Qianbai stood atop a church spire, the ice-blue blade light forming a perfect circle, slicing the invading ghosts and monsters within the theatre city into pieces. Shiyu Ling behind her tapped impatiently on his watch, and Klein tossed aside an empty wine bottle, laughing heartily.
"Managing 2.2 billion people for eight years, still worried about cutting 2.2 billion threads?"
The trio departed under the accelerated pace of Dreamland, the clash of blades and swords spreading from the Huang Guang State to the entire northern continent. They had just wiped out the forces invading one state, aiming to cut all the strings controlling the populace with their swords.
