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... a, coating the blood-soaked ground in a grim, grey shroud. Sect Mistress Lianhua lay broken amidst the wreckage of her sect’s honor, her white robes torn and stained with the mud and gore of her fallen loyalists.
Fu Yan hovered above her, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion of the battle, but his face was a mask of pure, unadulterated triumph. He had won. The sect was his.
Yet, the old fox remained cautious. He had seen cornered beasts lash out with lethal finality befor ...
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