"An Ruoyu's voice was firm and clear, striking like the morning bell and evening drum straight into everyone's soul."
Meanwhile, the High Priest wore a gloomy expression, his resentment toward Xie Guannan growing heavier by the moment. He knew that if he took no action, his doctrine and followers would utterly collapse in this contest.
The High Priest roared, the ritual instrument in his hand instantly emitting a dazzling light as he prepared to launch a final counterattack.
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