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... yet faded.
Crack!
A splash of fresh blood, a severed head rolled to the feet of a tall elder dressed in a purple four-clawed python robe.
The elder in the four-clawed python robe was none other than the renowned King of the Western Wasteland!
"My God, that’s the young master’s head!"
"The young master is dead!" Behind the King of the Western Wasteland, dozens of Western Wasteland warriors wore faces of shock.
"My son!" The King of the Western Waste ...
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