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... e through Braydon Neal’s chest.
Braydon stood there calmly, his eyes like still water.
When the cloud piercing spear swept across his face, Braydon was like a ghost. He held the Northern King sword in his left hand and unsheathed it brazenly. The black sword swept across Taraz’s abdomen.
The speed of the sword was lightning fast.
Swoosh!
Taraz’s spear missed. His face was pale, and blood flowed from the foot-long wound on his abdomen, forming a river under ...
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