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Fragments continued to hit the ground, emitting a crisp sound.
In an instant, all that was left in his hand was a long katana handle.
This scene left the five nearly naked ninjas nearby dumbfounded, a sense of despair spontaneously emerging:
"Our Corpse Concealment Sect's number one expert, Dragon, a seventh-stage ninja, yet his katana was shattered by this old man in one move!"
"The old man's power is too terrifying!"
"This katana is absolutely extraordinary, the treasured legacy of our Corpse Concealment Sect. How could it be shattered so easily, it was forged with a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements!"
"This old man's power, I'm afraid, is close to that of a Grandmaster, or he may already be a Grandmaster!"
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Hei Dalong slowly stood upright, standing there as if at attention.
He looked down at the katana scabbard with a pained expression on his face.
Suddenly, he tossed it aside with a flick of his hand.
Turning his head sharply, he looked at Grandpa Xiao.
