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Dazzling sword light to the utmost!
The last image in Zhuo Jincheng's eyes was a streak of sword light.
No one had expected that Chu Ning, even while engaged in fierce combat with Qian Zhen, still had a trick up his sleeve.
He had reserved thirty thousand Flying Swords and three Primordial Instruments level Flying Swords.
At the scene, there was a dead silence.
After a long while.
"I have a feeling that Chu Ning's choice to issue a challenge at the Zixiao Sect and his indifference towards defeating Qian Zhen suggests that his true target was Zhuo Jincheng all along."
Lu Sizhong murmured softly, his gaze shifting to the red coffin on the Zixiao platform.
That coffin must have been reserved for Zhuo Jincheng.
After all, Qian Zhen's body was completely destroyed, while Zhuo Jincheng's was still intact except for the severed head.
"Chu Ning!"
