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Previously, he thought Xiao Ce was impatient, only because Xiao Ce had not chosen the proper moment to strike. He should have waited until the black-robed monk was entangled in combat, then used his Swift Saber Art to breach the monk’s body.
The young mother cradling the infant seemed moments away from a fatal blow, her life hanging by a thread.
Suddenly, a bloodied arm dropped to the ground. The black-robed monk froze, lowering his head in disbelief at the desiccated arm before him.
He looked utterly bewildered… Blood trickled only slightly from his shoulder, his flesh grayish. It seemed the old monk’s body hardly had any blood at all, almost like a corpse.
“Patron Xiao, exquisite blade work!” the white-robed elder prais...
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