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... entering an indescribable state, as though every wisp of sword qi could be easily controlled.
The Bright Day hung in the sky, stirring the Yang Qi of the small world.
"Roar."
Elder Wuxin did not hold back; instead, he employed all of his arms in the sword duel.
A crack opened on his forehead, emitting scorching heat from his skull, exposing most of his brain, which was riddled with rotting scars.
"Chun... Chunyangzi."
"Chunyangzi, you dream of asce ...
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