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At the Eternal Sword Prison, right smack at the entrance of a passageway, stood the Sword Warden and his band of more than twenty Sword Ruins powerhouses. They were as icy as their sword intent, chilly enough to give you the shivers.
Surrounded by encroaching shadows between the mountains, they were trapped tighter than a cork in a bottle.
This forest was silent, steeped in a deadly stillness. Meanwhile, the uninvited guests from the other eight hells had eyes cold as a winter pond, faces as expressive as a brick wall, and even a hint of mockery playing at their lips.
Just when the tension was at its peak, the entrance of the passageway started to shake.
The would-be assailants, over a hundred of them, narrowed their eyes, their sacred power whirring to life, murder in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
Some had already whipped out their Life Sigils and magic treasures. They had seen the portraits of the two Exiled Sword Immortals, Yun Xiao and Ling Chen, more times than they'd seen their own reflections.
BUZZ! Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sword Cultivators started popping out of the passageway.
"Sword Warden, we're in hot water!"...
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