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"Hehe, Murong Bai, it seems I underestimated you before!"
A cold glint flashed through Wang Qian's eyes. He no longer rushed to decide the battle head-on with Murong Bai. Instead, he relied on his Wind conscious realm and began darting around the arena.
Murong Bai's sword was fast.
But it was not faster than the wind.
"Hehe, once my Nine Nether Windfall Formation fully takes shape, your defeat will be inevitable!"
Wang Qian sneered inwardly.
Earlier, Ling Feng had genuinely angered him so badly that he lost his composure. Against Murong Bai, however, there was no need to clash directly against the Sword Will of Self Sovereignty. With his speed alone, victory would come easily.
As Wang Qian continuously carved strange inscriptions around the arena, sinister winds surged even more violently across the stage. Eerie ghostly cries filled Murong Bai's mind, sending chills through his body.
The power flowing through Wang Qian originated from the ancient Divine...
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