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All of them were down with one strike each.
Those close to Xue Jing followed, Li Ge, his master Li Qi, as well as various senior brothers and sisters, and Wu Youqing with Miao Miao Ning Fengwan.
The swings of Xue Jing's blade avoided these people, only striking down others who appeared repeatedly.
The small garden was a mess, with flowers and plants chopped into even smaller fragments filling the air, and the pungent scent of plant sap spread all around.
Not knowing how long he had been chopping, Xue Jing suddenly stopped his movements.
In front of him, three new figures appeared.
They were his family members, his parents, and his sister.
Xue Jing's blood-soaked pupils instantly regained their clarity as he sheathed his sword and turned around.
The mountain of corpses and sea of blood before him vanished, returning to reality.
Looking at the bare patch of garden and the scattered greenery on the ground, Xue Jing couldn't help but click his tongue.
