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... elegance and grace; it seemed to rise slowly, yet its speed was astonishing.
Moreover, the trace of the sword’s movement resembled drifting snowflakes settling in the boundless snowfield, leaving no trace.
Xu Ziliu’s thrust entered the sword light conjured by Ye Chen’s move. His brows furrowed, and he swiftly withdrew his sword to defend.
"Clang clang clang clang..."
The crisp sound echoed continuously.
Relying on intuition, Xu Ziliu blocked Ye Chen’s trac ...
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