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... up fresh blood, his face increasingly pale. His shoulder, already injured from the previous night’s exploration of Zhao’s mansion, finally gave way under this sword strike.
The blade pierced into his body, then was violently withdrawn.
Blood flowed down from the wound.
Zhao Zhengyong stepped back half a step with his sword, appearing cautious. Only when he saw that Wang Anfeng’s breath had gradually weakened did he allow himself to relax slightly, glancing around only to ...
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