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... aughing Buddha’s face.
But when he sensed that the sword cultivator before him was only at the early Fusion Realm, his smile returned.
"Amitabha." He clasped his hands together, his expression benevolent as he lowered his gaze. "It seems you must be—"
Clang—!
A sword light flashed.
The monk’s head flew high into the air.
Chen Huai’an straightened, sword in hand, as the Blackscale Sword, drawn only half an inch from its sheath, slowly slid back in. ...
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