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... ged, condensing into a dark fire in An Jing’s hand. It was like ashes not yet burnt out, with golden-red sparks swirling within the black smoke, a dense iron rust smell mixed with acrid ozone, resembling a tangible manifestation of hatred and destruction, shrouding in the palm of the young Martial Artist.
This was the Divine Intention of ’Sun Unlimited.’ But it was not just the divine abnormality of Sun Unlimited, it was an invisible force and will, condensed through An Jing’s existence, ...
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