The long spear was embedded deep into the wall, and for a moment, the hunter could not pull it free. By the time he finally wrenched it loose, Chen Xiaodao was already upon him.
In the dim grand hall, a sudden flurry of blade flashes erupted. Chen Xiaodao’s long sabre danced wildly, sweeping through the air like a gale. Blood sprayed and splattered everywhere, accompanied by the hunter’s shrill screams. A moment later, the hunter, pinned to the wall, fell silent. His body was reduced to a mangled mess of flesh.
Then, that familiar, grating voice chimed in.
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