Yun Xiaoyao glanced up at the vault of heaven and gave his golden longsword a slight flick, causing it to instantly shatter into countless points of light that merged into the Phantom of the Martial Monarch.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Xiaoyao watched the three phantoms behind him instantly dissipate.
Then, turning around, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
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