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... d Daoist stood atop his massive white-glowing sword, unmoving. The autumn wind rustled his white robes, hair, and beard, giving him an ethereal presence—he looked as though he might ascend to immortality at any moment.
Every rooftop in the city was packed with onlookers—Taixuan Sect disciples, cultivators from other sects, and nobles from powerful families—all gathered to witness who truly deserved the title of the greatest sword cultivator of this era.
Dark clouds billowed from ...
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