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... palace trembled faintly, its ancient stone walls etched with the scars of forgotten battles. Qin Ting stood at the center, a solitary figure haloed by the fading shimmer of his lightning aura.
The electric tendrils that had crackled around him moments ago—wild and untamed, like the wrath of a storm god—dissipated into the ether. A low, ominous buzz lingered in their wake.
He turned slowly and faced the gathered cultivators from a dozen factions. His lips curled into a smile—a pr ...
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