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... were gathered together.
In front of the main hall of the Fire Temple, several bodies had already fallen, their blood staining the solemn and sacred Great Heroic Hall.
"Now, does anyone still have doubts?"
Zhang Jian calmly gazed at the people below the hall. In his hand, the Dragon Roar Sword was dripping with blood, yet his eyes were sharp. Using the Dragon Roar Sword to kill a few from the Heterodox Sect and Zuo Dao was truly a waste of its power.
"We will only ...
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