The sudden burst of sword intent startled everyone.
Li Xianyang’s miserable scream was bone-chilling, echoing through the grand hall.
Lei Jie was also as pale as a sheet, breaking out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the bloody gash on his chest was not deep, injuring only the skin and flesh. If it had been even half a fraction of a second slower, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
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