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“Om… Ma… Ni… Pad… Me… Hum…”.
Master Xingchi sat cross-legged on the ground and clasped his hands together. Wearing a tranquil expression, he began to chant and was unflinching in the face of death.
When he sensed that Ling Yun was piercing his sword at him, Master Xingchi gave an enigmatic smile.
Even if that was the case, he was unable to dispel Ling Yun’s murderous intent. Ling Yun was still maintaining his stance with the Dragon Vein Sword and aimed it direct ...
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