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The Demon Blade slipped from her grasp, and the girl in black gradually awoke from her frenzied state, a confused expression returning to her face.
Then, as if remembering something, she quickly ran to Kuno Fangzi's corpse and knelt down beside it.
She still did not speak or shed tears, but her deep sorrow was evident.
Xiao Chen then realized the girl was not emotionless; she simply didn't know how to express her feelings.
Her experiences were surely beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Xiao Chen leaped down from the rocks, landing in front of the Red Demon Blade, and drew it out.
He could distinctly feel a demonic force within the blade repelling him, but with his strength, suppressing this force was effortless.
His hand gently caressed the blade's edge, and he could faintly make out the words "Muramasa."
"The legendary Japanese Demon Blade Muramasa!"
Xiao Chen was no stranger to the tales of Muramasa.
