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Python robe?
Without a second thought, Yang Ge grabbed his saber and chased after him onto the ship.
After a massive disturbance that sent the entire ship reeling from side to side, Yang Ge conjured a gust of metallic True Qi and blasted through the deck to soar into the sky, his hand still gripping a bloodied, round-faced headwhose eyes were wide open in death.
This scene sent shivers down the spines of the eager court Grandmasters on the other ships, who were about to rush over and help. The True Qi they were about to unleash retracted back into their Dantians with a 'whoosh', like frightened snails... Not daring to show themselves, not at all!
"Rise!"
With the decapitated head in hand, Yang Ge, hovering in midair, let out a fierce shout. In an instant, dozens of saber-carrying Eastern Factory underlings saw their ox-tail sabers flying out of their hands, hovering around Yang Ge. At a glance, there were at least fifty!
"Shatter!"
