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Water columns, dark curtains, blade lights—each layer of Vigorous Air was enough to kill Shi Xiaole, let alone three layers. In anyone's eyes, this was an absolute deadlock with no chance of survival.
The Purple Wood Sword Emperor had already given up all hope.
Regret? Perhaps there was some, but it wasn't regret for risking his own life; rather, he lamented the irreparable regrets in his heart.
Clang!
A sword cry resonated through the clear skies for thousands of miles, like numerous strings of music played out of sync, carrying an imperial majesty that Purple Wood Sword Emperor had never experienced before, and it rushed to meet him head-on.
"This is..."
The Purple Wood Sword Emperor turned his head in shock to see a scene he would never forget.
