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After standing still for a while, Diyi Jingzhao's lips curled up into a self-mocking smile. The man before her had known everything right from the beginning, and he saw through her as if she were a pristine pool of water in a cave.
Her schemes were meaningless because he was a Supreme Emperor!
In the face of absolute power, all calculations and schemes were fleeting clouds, unless both sides were equal in power!
Whether it was strength or intelligence, the man before her clearly overpowered her, and he simply disdained playing tricks on her.
In the distance, Ye Guan approached the Holy Throne. The Holy Throne was pitch-black. It was neither steel nor iron and was as smooth as a mirror. It was made of some unknown material.
He sat down on it, and the Holy Throne trembled slightly.
Ye Guan immediately sensed a dangerous aura. Without hesitation, he pressed his Path Sword against the Holy Throne, and it instantly fell silent.
Ye Guan looked at the sword in his hand and smiled. "Little Path, thank you."
In truth, the Path Sword hadn't stayed because of his aunt's will, but because it wanted to remain a little longer on its own. After all, the first sword that accompanied Ye Guan wasn't the Qingxuan Sword, but...
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