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Zhao Hong had caught up to Chen Fan in mere moments.
“Bastard, go to hell!”
A blade light chopped down violently. The space crackled, and frost quickly formed, turning the landscape into a scene reminiscent of deep winter.
It was the work of the Blizzard Blade Art—an upper-profound tier martial skill.
The technique was as cold as it was brutal, making it seem as if the world around them vanished, leaving nothing but the snow-like blade light slashing violently through the air.
This rage-filled blade from Zhao Hong left a path of destruction in its wake, capable of fighting an army of thousands.
Suddenly, Chen Fan felt as if he had been thrown into an icy pit.
A piercing cold enveloped him, penetrating his defenses and threatening to freeze him solid despite his protective primeval force.
Chen Fan quickly mobilized and unleashed...
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