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Lin Shanshan glared at Lin Jiahui as she berated him, "Killing you is no different than killing a dog; there's no need for others to lift a finger."
In her hand, a Dragon Bone Sword appeared, its powerful aura sweeping over the entire scene.
"You..."
Lin Jiahui was shaken to the core; he had not expected Lin Shanshan to possess such a tactic.
This technique, he had only seen it on Long Fei before.
The sense of superiority he had carried vanished as he raised the Silver Sword he had just snatched from Baron Witt.
Now, he could only give it his all.
At this moment, a thunderous shout echoed from above, "Noble Blood Clan being frightened by a few Easterners, you are truly a disgrace to the Blood Clan!"
Under the dark night sky, a group of Blood Clan members descended from the sky.
The lowest among them were Earls with bronze wings, and the one with the most dominating presence had a pair of wings, one silver and one gold.
