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... illing intent.
The body of her husband still lay behind her, skull split by ice, but she gave no time for mourning.
Her blade lifted in a smooth arc, and the air itself seemed to bend to her rhythm.
The greatsword in Wu Han’s grip felt like a mountain compared to her flowing weapon.
He planted his stance, both hands gripping the hilt, and met her charge head-on.
Clang!
Steel rang, sparks scattering like fireworks in the dim glow of ...
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