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"Why! Why is this happening!"
Fangs thought back to the arrogant words he had spoken on the ship. Those memories gnawed at his pride like venomous snakes.
Under this torment, he roared, "I don't believe it! I don't believe that I, a Supreme Martial Saint, could..."
As he shouted, he took another step forward. However, this simple action seemed to have shattered the fragile balance he had maintained. He had been propping himself up with his blade, barely in a condition that allowed him to be responsive to any attacks he might find sent his way.
However, that single step made him lose the support of his Darkmoon war saber. In a split second, an unstoppable force crashed down on him, making his knees buckle and forcing him to kneel with force.
"Impossible!" roared Fangs.
He forced his hand down, trying to support himself, refusing to let himself collapse completely. He refused to let his dignity be crushed and utterly destroyed.
"I, Zhou Liao... was born into a great family, enjoying the best resources to build my foundation. I started practicing martial arts at fourteen, reached Core Formation in two years, mastered Aura Cultivation in three, and became a Martial Saint at twenty-three….
"After becoming a Martial Saint,...
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