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... d was thrown deep into the Five-Colored Stone, buried so deeply that the hilt could not be seen.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The ghost-faced man panted heavily, his breath infused with the Nine Qi of Dao Breath, thick like agar paste, expelling jade-colored blood from his mouth, nose, and all his wounds, splattering like pearls on the ground.
At this moment, he thrust one hand into his chest, his fingertips clenching the broken sword lodged deep in his heart muscle, desperatel ...
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