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... er Zhan's voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it carried through the hall like a blade drawn across steel — cold, precise, unmistakable. As his words spread through the room, an immediate chill slithered across the assembled elders and disciples, an involuntary inhale shifting the air as if the hall itself were drawing breath.
Faces visibly tightened, eyes darting to one another, a ripple of something akin to fear creeping into their bones as they absorbed the lethality of his dec ...
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