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Infinite evil spirits rushed into the sky, drowning everything, leaving no light in the sun or moon.
Disguised as a level 8 Qi practicing cultivator from the Yin's family, Han Lin knelt on the ground like everyone else, daring not to show the slightest anomaly. Seeing this, his heart skipped a beat.
"Senior..."
He asked in a low voice.
"Don't ask me, I don't know."
An ancient voice interrupted him, "I've never seen anyone so strong, yet so cautious and such a sword madman. It's too contradictory."
"I don't know if he has the confidence, logically speaking, it's risky. It's not the right time, after all, the opponent is a Heavenly Monarch with ten thousand years of foundation and within the Sect's array."
"But that's none of our business, don't give yourself away."
"This person does things very meticulously, he has cast a concealment spell on you casually. Even if he is defeated, you might not necessarily die, don't mess up your own stance."
