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... his sword, he suddenly felt a hollow emptiness. His temples were turning gray, and what used to be the face of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old was now showing fine wrinkles, revealing a touch of aging.
Fang Tingjian looked at where the vanished Golden Core Realm cultivator had been and then at Fang Chen. Gradually, a hint of astonishment welled up in his eyes.
That strike... was quite strange! Even though its momentum was not as great as the previous one, it actually broke throu ...
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