Lin Chuan felt a chill in his heart as the Heavenly Derivation Array Disk in his mind spun faster and faster, sending wisps of purple true qi coursing through his meridians like a raging torrent.
Although the middle-aged man had lost a hand, severely diminishing his strength, the blade-light was the same as before, yet Lin Chuan had already clearly captured the path of the blade.
The next instant, Lin Chuan reached out and grabbed the back of the saber, gathering his true qi to control the weapon.
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