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Chapter 880: Killing His Sworn Enemy with His Own Hands
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... nto his palm, as if it were a piece of metal attracted by a magnet.
Trembling, the spiritual sword let out low sobs, hoping to struggle free.
However, as Huang Jinnan gave a low chuckle, a wisp of golden light flew out of his fingertip into its sharp blade.
The spiritual sword stopped sobbing in the next moment. Wreathed in misty golden light, the spiritual sword seemed to be instantly tamed, as it stopped struggling in Huang J ...
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