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... d crack, not even half a second after the first was the clash of swords. Xiang had come in swinging, wreathed in golden fire and slashing down at the ice sect patriarch. The patriarch opened his mouth to trash talk Xiang again only to be interrupted by the sound of creaking as a thin crack ran up the length of Xiang’s blade.
“Hahahaha, not only are you burning something precious without hope of matching me, your sword cannot withstand the strain. There is nothing you can do fool. Let you ...
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