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A group of experts with swords on their backs appeared, their sharp Sword Qi chilling the air like winter’s breath.
“What terrifying Sword Dao will!”
Terrified cries rang out. Although many people had never heard of the High Heaven Sword Sect, it was obvious that they were a group of terrifying sword cultivators.
“Zifeng…” muttered Xia Chen.
“Leave it to me!”
Yue Zifeng immediately abandoned his current opponent, turning toward this group without hesitation.
While the High Heaven Sword Sect’s group was only three hundred thousand strong, their aura was even more frightening than the millions of Netherdragon experts.
They advanced in no hurry, every step echoing like a war drum, as though the world itself trembled beneath the rhythm of their swords. Even their footsteps sounded...
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