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... he overwhelming Sword Intent receded, melting away like thin snow in early spring.
Dressed in a black robe, Qin Yang stood before Li Zixuan, having effortlessly dispelled the oppressive Sword Intent with nothing but his bare hands.
"Good, good, good. You’ve finally come, Jianghai Sword God."
Yu Wenxuan hovered high in the sky, looking down on the scene. His eyes burned with feverish excitement as he locked onto Qin Yang’s aura.
’I crossed thousands of miles to com ...
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