Beneath the veil of night, Chen Haotian and Tu Yan stood confronting one another. The air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding sand and dust were whipped up by the collision of their spiritual energy, forming swirling vortices. Their gazes intersected in the darkness, carrying a murderous chill.
The black longsword in Tu Yan's hand flickered with a dim light, and a black aura faintly flowed along the blade, as if countless grieving souls were struggling within it. The corner of his mouth curved into a sneer, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Chen Haotian, do you really think you can face all this alone?"
Chen Haotian gripped the longsword in his hand tightly. Spiritual energy surged along the blade, faintly emitting a cyan glow. His gaze was cold and his tone firm: "My path needs no guidance from anyone, and certainly not your judgment."
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