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... ered but not sheathed.
The faint mist of battle still hung in the air, carrying the scent of burnt Qi and iron.
Around him, the corpses of those who had dared to challenge him lay in neat, lifeless halves—Bai Ren’s doing.
The battlefield had gone quiet, except for the distant crackle of flames and the occasional dying groan.
The Bai Clan’s cultivators stood proud and victorious, while their enemies—what few remained—stood frozen, too terrified to even move.
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