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... poised to strike, wore an expression as grim as if his own mother had just died.
His expression was rigid, his arrogance frozen in place. His whole body shuddered as he sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
’Is this the might of a Sacred Artifact? Or his own Battle Power? How can his aura be so steady after unleashing such a terrifying strike?’
At this point, if he still underestimated his opponent, his title of Saint Son would be nothing but an empty boast. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋 ...
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