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An elder in purple-gold robes appeared out of nowhere, and with a mere gesture, instantly caused the raging Blade Storm to come to a halt.
The elder had silvery-white hair and a long beard that covered half of his face. His brow was slightly furrowed, exhibiting profoundly deep wrinkles on his forehead.
Yet he didn't seem frail; on the contrary, he looked robust and spirited, with a ruddy complexion.
Merely standing there casually, he exuded an aura of terrifying and domineering majesty.
The elder looked down at Shen Jianting, a sneer playing on his lips.
"Young fellow, with your current cultivation, forcibly using this move isn't worth it. You inflict a thousand points of damage on your enemy and eight hundred on yourself," he chided with a smile.
As soon as the words fell, the elder withdrew his hand.
Eight Divine Swords whined in unison before finally returning to their Sword Box.
