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... arrying his newborn daughter in his right arm.
In his non-dominant left hand, he wielded his sword.
"And where will you run?"
The voice boomed behind Mang Jian, making him look over his shoulder.
Liang Xuan was hot on his heels, his dragon-like vertical pupils spewing blood.
Mang Jian flicked the sword in front of him, slicing space with his Sword Intent. In one breath, he crossed over a hundred miles, stumbling out on the other side of sp ...
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