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... voice was like a death knell, causing beads of cold sweat to form on Hurong’s forehead.
Having battled for many years, he reacted quickly upon hearing the wind behind him and used his claws to block the black blade.
If he had been a fraction slower, he might have been decapitated, with his large tiger head used as a drinking vessel.
The ice and fire power on the black blade made Hurong feel miserable all over.
Gritting his teeth, Hurong roared angrily, using all ...
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