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... oded against the sea of blood. Muffled booms and sounds of slashing resounded all at once, dazzling light illuminating the small courtyard. They shone upon the severed walls, the cut-riddled crabapple trees, and the viscous sea of blood, and also shone upon Zhou Tong's pale face.
These swords were like innumerable meteorites descending from the sky, carrying a horrifying light and heat as they incessantly stabbed at the blood and pressure.
Zhou Tong's cultivation wa ...
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