On the early morning trail, a fashionably dressed young man walked up, carrying a black-handled katana at his waist and gilded plum blossoms on his gauntlet.

He seemed to be strolling leisurely, but he was actually very fast, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?"

He suddenly groaned softly, and suddenly reached out and drew his knife and slashed diagonally.

A flying bird in the sky split in two in an instant, turning into mist and dissipating.

"What is this?"

"Why is the Demon King like this" Chapter 23 The uninvited guest is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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