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... ine Weapon tilted slightly, letting fall an ink-like aura, descending like a waterfall from the cloudy skies. This was the Divine Skill [Nine Springs Overflowing Water], a condensation of the purest deathly silence. Just a cupful of its diffusion could slaughter a town, for anyone whose essence has not reached the realm of a True Person to reshape themselves, even a Martial Vein Grandmaster would be killed instantly. It was perfect against someone like An Jing, who relied on external forces.
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