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... desperation he had long forgotten. It had truly been five hundred years since the last time he had fought with his life on the line. His huge sword moved like the wind, creating crimson blades that sliced through the sky. In a flash, nine blades were sent towards the nine gathered Spirit Lords. He was still a Spirit King. He wanted to see just how long these useless things could stand up to his attacks.
"Crimson Feather Blades!"
The difference between a Spirit Lord and a Spirit K ...
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