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... Qi’s sword, and his gauntlets tumbled to the ground, soaked in blood.


Xie Feng’s momentum ended, completely and utterly.


His scream sounded like that of a wild beast, and he completely lost control of his true energy. His eyes were now completely bloodshot and filled with terror.


Fights between top experts usually came down to a single moment. And Xie Feng could never have known that Yang Qi would use an improvised infernal deity sword technique, and accompany it ...

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