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... is weapons and pierced the violet aura to sever the privileged cultivator's chest from its lower part.


The privileged cultivator released even more energy in a desperate attempt to gain enough time to heal, but Noah was relentless. A slight tremor ran through his wrists, and slashes rained out of his swords to crash on his opponent.


The violet halo crumbled into a wave of bright shards as soon as black lines spread through its structure. The privileged cultivator saw his ...

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