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Under the watchful eyes of the entire mountain.
Bang!
Cao Wanchun’s body smashed into the cliffside like a ragdoll, rock shattering under the thunderous impact. The sound echoed across the valley, drowning beneath the roar of the rain. His face twisted with horror, yet his bloodshot eyes blazed with unrestrained fury.
“You bastard!” he roared, a bloodshot gaze fixed on Luo Chen. “I’ll kill you!”
With a hoarse shout, Cao Wanchun summoned his flying sword. The blade shot forward in a streak of silver, cutting through the air toward Luo Chen like a vengeful comet.
Luo Chen didn’t flinch. His hands remained calmly folded behind his back, a cold disdain carved into his expression as he stood unmoving. Without warning, a massive spectral hand materialized beside him, broad and ghostly, yet solid as forged steel. It clamped down on the oncoming sword, halting it mid-flight. The blade trembled violently, straining as though against invisible chains, but could not break free.
From beside Luo Chen, a figure stepped forward. He wore plain black linen, quiet and unassuming, yet the oppressive power radiating from him left no doubt of his strength.
He gave Luo Chen a single, deliberate nod.
In the blink of an eye, he became a crimson whirlwind.
Wang Yuan’s voice rang out, low and merciless. “Defeated Dog, you dare go back on your word? You have brought your death!”
Before Cao Wanchun could react, the blood-red whirlwind slammed into him like a hurricane of blades. The massive spectral hand tore through his defensive spells as though they were no more than paper and closed around his throat.
Crack!
Without another word, Wang Yuan snapped his neck, hoisted the limp corpse like a sack of grain, and turned back.
“President, the petty cur has been slain.”
A suffocating silence fell over Danxia...
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