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"Good timing," Guo Yi sneered.
He stood mid-air, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding the Bone Sword, which naturally hung down. A trace of cold cruelty appeared on his face, his inky hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyebrows sharp like shooting stars, his nose soaring high, his facial contours firm and angular like the edge of a blade. Guo Yi, looking somewhat resentful, appeared even more handsome and compelling, with his dark eyes shining like the brightest stars in the night sky. In the eyes of the youth, there was never a trace of the ordinary; it was always the vast sea of stars!
He hadn't wanted to battle Ni Cangtian, but, alas, Ni Cangtian had touched Guo Yi's reverse scale.
Dragons have their reverse scales, and men have their defiant bones.
Touch them, and death is certain!
