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Whoosh!
Zhang Tianyi's spear in hand rose like an angry dragon taking to the skies, as if it had become one with his body.
Jiang Tai gripped his nine-ring saber with both hands, the blade glittering with silver light. The nine rings clinked against each other, emitting a clangor as he held the saber horizontally in front of him.
Clang!
The moment the saber edge collided with the spear's radiance, a fearsome power burst forth in all directions.
The stone tiles underfoot flew about, and Jiang Tai stumbled backward repeatedly, eventually thudding against a coffin and overturning it.
A corpse tumbled out of the coffin, revealed to be a pitch-black skeleton.
Within the skeleton,
a black Martial Dao Divine Fruit rolled on the ground, coming to rest to one side.
But at this moment, no one was concerned with that Martial Dao Divine Fruit.
