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Long Haochen raised his right hand and gripped that white soul sword above his head as the six golden wings on his back slowly unfolded.
A beautiful sound came out from his body, like the fall of pearls, like a morning bell. That instant, Long Haochen’s body seemed to disappear, and the whole stadium became filled with golden color. Even the sword soul in his hand was the same. By chance this was a transparent golden color, so the contestants could all see what happened within.
“Light Strip.” Long Haochen watched Qiu Yonghao attentively, and spoke these words in a bizarre intonation.
The next instant, Qiu Yonghao’s body froze, then deep surges of golden waves came flying to his direction. Rapidly integrated into the surrounding golden space, his Domain of Sword Intent got weaker at an astonishing speed.
