As the dust and smoke settled, the masked man no longer looked so relaxed and at ease. He was in a rather disheveled state, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he slowly drew the archaic, unadorned saber from his back.
Judging by its shape and material, it was identical to the Black Gold Ancient Saber, save for some minor differences in the hilt decoration compared to Zhang Qiling's.
Wu Xie, Xie Yuchen, and Fatty exchanged glances, shock once again registering in each other's eyes.
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