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... onghua Hall was akin to the top floor of Wenyuan Pavilion.
The senior figures of Qionghua and the hundred-plus core disciples were all deathly silent, while Bai Fan and others beside the venue watched with their eyes about to crack open in anger.
In the center of the venue, a white-robed, languid man, under the gaze of the crowd, casually flicked his longsword, and fresh blood was immediately flung onto the ground.
Grasping the sword,
The man nonchalantly glanced ...
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