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As Zhao Douan dashed forward with a lingering shadow, he charged with his Chasing Saber in hand.
Li Wushang Dao’s jade-colored pupils flashed. Her hands moved, pulling two golden hairpins from the top of her head and gripping them tightly in her palms.
The hefty golden hairpins, once in hand, extended and elongated within a breath, transforming into two golden blades.
"Clang!"
The edge of Zhao Douan’s saber, in that instant, was blocked by the demoness ...
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