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The next instant was the fiercest retaliation.
With [Mountain Feather] in hand, Pei Ye had already entered the encirclement of five men, those three sword moves absolutely dazzled all onlooking eyes and chilled the hearts of the approaching helm masters. But the next moment, an angry roar accompanied by the wind closed in from behind, and a strong sword light from Dong Heng, who had drawn his sword at the same moment as Cao Yu, was already thrusting from the side.
Pei Ye had just grasped the hilt, countering casually with the end rhyme of [Holding New Corpse] in a horizontal sword stance, the sword momentum seemingly feathery and fragile as if it could be shattered with a mere touch.
