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... , vividly imagining the ultimate cool scene that unfolded before him.
Sword lights filled the sky, magical treasures gleamed.
A single hand could split mountains and divert rivers, commanding the clouds and heavens.
In the end, everything was swept into the sound of the Resonant Bell, turning to a blood mist that scattered in all directions—what a magnificent sight it was.
That Bald Dog, the bastard, really struck it lucky.
Or rather say, this little scamp ...
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