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... sword twisting into his collarbone was twisted, a groan burst from the Ghost Blade’s mouth.

He thought he was accustomed to and could endure considerable pain, but this, true to the essence of a sword, inflicted indescribable agony.

To him in this state, Mok Gyeong-un spoke with a voice filled with killing intent.

“I know at least that the prophecy, the Incarnation, all of that is being guarded against by the head of the Secret Society, a man called Mok Gan. That’s why yo ...

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