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... held his breath, gripping the sword hilt, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent scanning the surroundings over and over again.
This ancient voice could not persuade him.
No matter where these theories came from, in this world, there was no such thing as destiny, no fate that was predetermined.
Everything had to be fought for with the sword in hand, every obstacle had to be cleaved open with the sword one wielded.
"My young friend,"
"Great Sun Sword Pavilion u ...
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