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... ith a damaged blade.
Qilin Wedge!
When he released the Ancient Divine Language, the Qilin Wedge finally came to life, held tightly in his hand.
This was like a scepter when a god wielded authority.
At this moment, the white-haired youth burst through the air, raising his immensely cold Ice Sword, bringing it down in a single stroke.
Gu Jianlin, however, seemed to enter a state of meditation, his hands gripping the sword hilt, the blade quivering slightly, ...
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