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... sharp currents shot out in all directions.
Luo Cheng stood in mid-air with his sword, black hair dancing wildly. His cold, star-like eyes exuded an imposing sharpness, already bearing the demeanor of a peerless swordsman.
"This..."
The pale young man froze in place, staring at Luo Cheng with horrified eyes, his face alternating between red and white as he forcefully swallowed his saliva:
"Seventy percent Sword Intent! How could you possibly comprehend seventy perc ...
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