"Demon race, you have a lot of nerve!" Xiao Yang struck out in a rage, his hands weaving seals at lightning speed. Regardless of the depletion of his true qi, hundreds upon hundreds of sword shadows materialized, blanketing the sky above the group.
He had come so close. If he had been just a moment later, Fourth Sister would have been gone.
Xiao Yang was truly incensed this time. He would pay any price—even if it meant razing this entire place to the ground—to execute Chen An here and now.
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