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... e of Immortal Pavilion were in a standoff, and although he was alone, his aura was not the slightest bit inferior.
His body stood as straight as a rod.
Upon him, one could see with the naked eye the iron-blooded spirit rising, distorting the air around him.
That was the invincible confidence found atop the battlefield.
It was a haughty gaze that had never known defeat, mingled with the iron-blooded ruthlessness and the overwhelming power of tyranny, rushing toward ...
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