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... two words softly. An odd sense of destiny surged through his heart in an instant, as if carrying a power that could shake the soul. Moments later, facing the crowd, he lifted the three-foot Qin Sword and solemnly announced in a loud voice.

"By the Chief Divine’s witness! This is the Divine Summer Sword! My King’s sword!"

"Generals, play music for me!"

At the King’s command, everyone obediently followed. Olosh blew the bamboo flute, Ugus sounded the Bone ocarina, and Tolt ...

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