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... summit stood a tall and straight figure.
This was a young man barely into his twenties, with a gaze as resolute as lightning, and a countenance as refined as a pine. Yet, his face was somewhat pale.
After taking two steps forward, the young man suddenly clutched at his chest and ferociously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Indeed, the flying sword of Zhang Daoling, the Land Immortal, its mere lingering might could gravely wound me!"
The young man was none oth ...
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