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Between gritted teeth, every word, every syllable, the three characters “Duan Qiankun”, were spat out from Mi Shuhua’s mouth.
Clasping his neck with one hand, his blood seeped out uncontrollably.
Upon the blazing light, an old man, aged to the extreme and resembling a candle in the wind, slowly emerged.
With a summon from his hand, a deep blue flying sword was in his grasp.
Subtly, it seemed as if he held a raging storm within his hand.
Looking up at M ...
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