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... unleashed his spiritual power to lift a fallen branch on the ground, guiding it to fly into the air.

This scene stunned the Sword Demon.

Perception can be used this way!

Controlling objects across space!

Long Yue continued, "With the Sect Leader’s spiritual power, he can command a sword to fly dozens of miles to kill someone. Basically, once the Sect Leader targets someone, there’s no escape. Because even dozens of miles away, the power of that sword doesn’t dimi ...

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