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Although many coveted the Soul-summoning Blood Canon, no one was certain of its authenticity.
Now, hearing Yu Mao confirming its reality, everyone's greed was thoroughly enticed.
Thud.
Rao Xuesheng's body was sliced open, falling to the ground with his entrails and blood mixed together, spilling everywhere.
He was not yet dead, glaring at Chen Yang with a venomous expression and coldly said, "Chen Yang, how dare you betray us!"
"Hmph, I never intended to associate with you devils in the first place, and don't think I wasn't aware that you had been plotting to kill me all along!"
Chen Yang had been responsible for countless deaths, and the man before him, albeit a Refining Truth cultivator, was no different from the others.
Furthermore, Rao Xuesheng had a history of mass murder, having harmed innumerable people; he deserved death all the more.
Chen Yang delivered another sword thrust—swish—Rao Xuesheng's neck acquired a hole, and he was truly dead.
