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... sounded like thunder ripping through the sky, sealing off the edge of the peak. Anfeng could only hear the sound of sword qi slicing the air, pressing aggressively toward his face. The youth felt chills down his spine, as if at any moment, a divine sword might cleave down from somewhere and chop him into pieces.
The Scholar stood with his hands behind his back and a look of disdain as he glanced down below the peak before fixing his gaze back on Wang Anfeng and slightly furrowing his bro ...
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