"I gave you a chance."
Chu Xuan’s voice was as cold as an ice cellar. The Longyu Sword hovered three inches from the woman’s throat. "Anyone who touches my sister dies."
The woman closed her eyes, bracing for death, but in that instant, she heard a series of thuds. All the Miao cultivators had collectively collapsed to their knees, their foreheads striking the ground with a rhythmic, hollow sound.
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