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... Hanwu would no longer exist in this world.
Ling Hanwu’s sword remained embedded in the snow. It gleamed in the light, blood all over its surface.
Meng Chaoran slowly got to his feet. His gaze landed on the sword and he stepped forward, pulling it out of the snow. It seemed almost as if Ling Hanwu’s warmth still lingered on the sword. Without any warning, he suddenly let out a long and bitter howl. Scalding tears streamed down his face as he shouted, “Hanwu! My brother! You and I sha ...
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