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In Zhu Weiwo's eyes was the fifth form of the Purple Qi Eastward Sword Technique, Purple Qi Eastward!
The purple qi surged forward, and the sword flew like a rainbow.
Jiang Wang, with his sword, struck in the most resolute manner from east to west, ramming into Xiong Wen's chest from behind.
Then he discarded his sword and flipped away to avoid any possible death counter-strike from Xiong Wen.
But Xiong Wen's oil-dry, lamp-burnt body had no strength left.
His terrifying, ferocious body fell helplessly and succinctly to the ground.
It hit the ground and no longer merged into the shadows.
Only his wide, staring eyes continued to express his disbelief.
He couldn't believe that he had died just like that!
He also couldn't comprehend how that despicable and feeble thief had not taken the chance to flee far away.
Instead, he had been hiding right there all along, so silent, so patient, so stealthy.
And at that moment, he struck with a fatal blow.
