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Hearing the call of Yan Xiao, Jiang Wang felt an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
It was as if some terrifying event was about to happen.
But while the fear was still forming in his mind, Jiang Wang's sword had already taken action one step ahead.
To encounter terror, to face terror, to terminate terror in advance!
This was his choice!
Nothing could stop his progression, nothing could make him flee.
The Longsword shifted from a horizontal position to a vertical one, exposing his eyes.
They were clear, calm, but on closer inspection, appeared to have endured many hardships.
He had been through the world's trials, yet remained untainted by the mundane.
The edge of the blade was in line with his gaze.
This line, straight and sharp, simple yet resolute, was beyond doubt and irreversible.
His right hand holding the sword pulled forward!
Brilliant, composed, elegant!
This stroke, like a scholar's calligraphy, had a free-spirited charm.
