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A barren icy land strewn with jagged stones.
A group of individual cultivators fled in panic, fear written all over their faces, cursing Dong Tianze and Yin Spirit Temple's cold-bloodedness.
A sea of Black Gold blades, controlled by Dong Tianze's Ghost Howling, condensed and covered different areas from above.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
"Whoo! Whoo!"
The soul-piercing shrieks of Ghost Howling, like sharp stings, ravaged the cultivators' souls, filling them with utter dread.
The domeless Stone Hall used for assembly, now resembling a vast giant stone platform, was left with only Pang Jian and Zhu Yuanxi after Individual Cultivator Cloud Ascetics departed.
Pang Jian switched from offense to defense, using the Moon Blade in conjunction with the "Silver Moon Ring" to fend off Zhu Yuanxi's onslaught.
The two were a whole realm apart, and lest he attract too much attention, Pang Jian neither summoned the Astonishing Spear nor did he use his full strength.
He fought while dodging.
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