"Then let's see just how many strikes you can take from me!"
Chen Shihao let out a cold snort. The energy of his entire body surged into the edge of his blade. He lunged forward again, his sword swinging in motion. His strike had no flashy bells or whistles—it was nothing more than an ordinary, plain cut.
Yet, within that unremarkable strike resided the formidable power of a Third Tribulation Dust Immortal. It was a blade meant for killing.
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