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Whoosh!
Zhao Wuji stood suspended in the air, his body encircled by black flames, with only his bloodthirsty eyes gleaming like gall.
He was clad in a suit of black battle armor, ancient and weathered, covered with the marks of combat. There were scars from swords and claws, each one testament to the armor's glorious past achievements.
In his hand, he gripped a black broken sword, which seemed to have been bitten off by some creature.
The black flames emanated from within him.
Blazing fiercely, burning the very sky.
"Who would have thought that the Martial God Zhao Wuji would end up looking like this?" Xiao Yi's brows were tightly knit as he stared at Zhao Wuji before him.
In his mind, he had imagined countless appearances for Zhao Wuji.
But he never expected the Zhao Wuji he would meet to look so inhuman and ghastly.
As if a demon had come straight from the Hell Netherworld.
