Chapter 42: The Fourth Shachi Puppet 　　The peach wood sword in Zhang Zekai's hand chopped down with a single stroke. 　　The pitch-black withered claw "Click!" The sound fell to the ground. "Chi Chi!" The sound rang out. It then turned into a puddle of blood filled with a foul odor. 　　"Impossible …… impossible …… ordinary peach wood swords can't hurt me." Lin Tao was filled with fear and surprise. 　　Zhang Zekai waved the peach wood sw...