"Saint, Emiliano!"
No, the power to breakthrough is still a bit short.
White Mitchell grits his teeth and holds on. Sweat, large as soybeans, is gushing down like a dam burst.
Then, without any hesitation, he bites the bullet and enters the life of the next Saint, continuing his search for the opportunity to breakthrough.
White Mitchell is a legendary figure in the martial world. His name resounds throughout the rivers and lakes, and whether it's the righteous path or the evil path, the assessment of him is highly praised.
His outward image is as immaculate as his name. He wears a crystal-clear white robe, standing tall and upright, just like a statue carved out of white jade. His face is handsome, his eyes and eyebrows are picturesque exuding a unique cold and proud temperament. His pair of eyes, clear and bright as the night sky, seem to have unraveled the mystery of the entire world.