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This scene caught everyone by surprise.
“Wuxie, duck!” Xu Yilin’s scream echoed as he watched the crimson blade close in on Liu Wuxie, less than ten meters away. If Liu Wuxie didn’t retaliate, the blade would kill him.
“Master, duck!” Deacon Lan’s anxiety was palpable. He was clueless as to why Liu Wuxie had frozen in place. Could it be that Liu Wuxie was wounded?
Everyone in the surroundings was dumbfounded because Liu Wuxie was like a war god previously.
The Xu Clan’s guards clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug into their palms. Yet, they felt no pain and bellowed, hoping to rouse Liu Wuxie.
Yuan Jun sported a savage grin, for none had survived his blade over the years. The crimson blade radiated a chilling aura, hovering just three meters from Liu Wuxie’s head.
In the nick of time, a white figure appeared before Liu Wuxie just when the crimson blade was about to descend. A powerful shockwave swept toward Liu Wuxie when the sword blocked the blade.
Sensing the heatwave, Liu Wuxie regained consciousness and saw a white figure smashing...
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