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... His hair and beard were wild, his eyes wide open, still retaining the expression he had in life, just without a trace of spirit in those eyes.
Watching the large group of enemies fleeing in all directions, Wang Chen sheathed the Qijue Sword.
It wasn’t that he was too tired to kill; rather, under his ferocious assault, the entire enemy army had completely collapsed, and continuing to pursue and slaughter those little ’Shrimps’ was meaningless.
It was also a waste of time. ...
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