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Chapter 697

Chapter 697

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In the twenty-eighth match, thirty-six ancient bronze swords rose from the four corners of the arena, their dropping sword tips unleashing star-patterned chains that enclosed the battlefield into a sword graveyard. The three members of the Ximen clan stood with their black robes billowing. The leading Sword Cultivator pointed with a glowing blue fingertip: "Ximen clan, thirty-six Tiangang sword puppets, pray enlighten us!" Gao Rou reversed her grip and unhooked the double hammers from her back. The moment the dark iron plum-blossom hammers slammed into the ground, the Taotie patterns on their surfaces awakened: "Spark Palace, Gao Rou."

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