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"Hiss—"
Awoken by the urgent cries carried by the wind and sandstorm, the Daoist, slumping in the dust, suddenly came to his senses. He sprang up, almost falling, but his hand flicked the three-foot treasure sword to steady himself.
The man stood nine feet tall, with steel bones. His face was like a carved cliff, his jaw like an ax chop, his brows sharp as if flying into the temples, his eyes were like deep pools holding stars, with a flash of thunder light as they open ...
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