Li Mu gripped his golden blade, slashing at Shen Xiuleng's body. Every swing of his blade was filled with incomparable power and determination, whipping up trails of golden light like lightning tearing through the dark night, completely surrounding Shen Xiuleng.
Shen Xiuleng dodged frantically, but he could already sense the breath of death. He understood that if he did not take measures now, he would be completely defeated by Li Mu.
Driven into a desperate corner, Shen Xiuleng bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood. The blood landed on the ground, transforming into a pool of black liquid that exuded a chilling aura.
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