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As Luke charged forward, Chen Yang's eyebrows rose, and a hint of cold light gleamed in his eyes.
There was no denying that Luke's speed was incredibly fast.
Moreover, he had put aside the playful attitude he had while fighting with Gu De and drew a sword over a meter long to strike at Chen Yang.
The sword, in the dim space, flashed with a cold gleam and murderous intent.
The blade fell, heading straight for Chen Yang's head.
"Be careful!"
Nie Wushuang cried out in alarm, her face full of concern.
But Chen Yang was unmoved.
Swish.
The blade came down, slicing Chen Yang's head, cutting his body in two.
"Ah!"
Nie Wushuang's complexion changed drastically, and she cried out, covering her mouth.
Gu De furrowed his brows, thinking that Chen Yang was defeated. His gaze darting around, he once again considered the idea of fleeing.
But at that moment, everyone suddenly realized something was amiss.
Chen Yang's body did not spurt blood.
