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The pungent smell of blood made one nauseous. After beheading the last ninja, Chen Nan glanced at the dripping Demon Sword in his hand, his eyes cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotional fluctuation. In the world of cultivators, killing is commonplace.
Chen Nan scanned the surroundings, knowing there were definitely others waiting for the right moment in the shadows.
Why hasn’t Qing Ying arrived yet?
Chen Nan was a bit puzzled. He had been fighting here ...
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