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He retreated faster, much faster!
The gleam of the blade as it passed had already pierced the masked man's right chest, spattering blood from his right shoulder.
Even before the blade reached him, the chilling Blade Qi had already ignored the spiritual defenses, forcibly piercing through skin and flesh.
And by the time the blade truly struck, another shoulder had hit the ground.
The man in black with the covered face revealed an expression of disbelief and desperation in his eyes.
He had seen many of his brothers die this way. Now, was it his turn?
Despite all his planning and feeling fully prepared, he was still no match and facing imminent defeat?
What kind of blade was this?
At the moment when death's scythe was looming and his life was about to be reaped...
With a swoosh, a sword shot out, crossing the sky, and with a clang, it struck Feng Yin's blade squarely.
