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... fell, within Qian Country, the swords in the hands of the many martial artists simultaneously emitted a contentious hum as if they were being called, each one, ordinary or precious, ready to unsheathe.
"Rise!" The middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and in his voice seemed to be the charm of the great Tao; instantly, tens of thousands of swords soared into the sky like a rain of blades, sweeping towards the ugly old man.
This took the martial artists of Qian Country by surpris ...
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