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Just as the spirit sword tore through the storm and was about to strike Mo Zhiyuan, his eyes turned cold. He cast a venomous glare at Lu Kangnian, voice low and sinister. “I, Mo Zhiyuan, will remember this grudge. Just wait, when I—”
The moment he stepped into the rift opened by the scroll, every onlooker felt their hearts pound in their chests.
The strength the Daxia Sword Sect had displayed was already enough to rank among the foremost powers of the entire Northern Territory. No faction would dare look down on them again.
Among the gathered clans and powers, many silently resolved to keep their heads...
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