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Chapter 545

Chapter 545

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Hundreds of Treasure Pavilion disciples fled in every direction, desperate to save their lives upon seeing the scene. Ye Chen channeled his power, and in his palm, a formation materialized. With a flick of his wrist, sharp blades of wind, augmented by his Wind-Riding Technique, tore through the bodies of the fleeing disciples. A mist of blood hung in the air. The sight was harrowing; hundreds of men were turned into corpses in an instant, collapsing to the ground simultaneously.

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