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... eople around him, his body trembling violently as he stared at the pool of blood on the ground. Despair painted his face.
The others were slow to react, but when they did, they staggered backward in horror.
"Stand on guard!"
A middle-aged cultivator barked the order sharply, his eyes instinctively darting toward Yang Jian.
To have killed Xu Ling in their presence without leaving a trace—such a feat could only be achieved by a Sacred King.
Yang Jian raised ...
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