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... Arranged neatly.
Only the blade without a handle.
Only capable of attacking, sacrificing defense.
At the ends of this funeral procession stood Orochimaru and a figure in white robes, facing each other from afar.
Solemn and heavy.
This was the Shinigami's judgment.
Also, Qingchuan's first use against an enemy.
In Orochimaru's eyes, apart from seriousness, there was nothing else.
He was not a madman.
Rather, he was a pure sci ...
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