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Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, many geniuses and masters came out from their residences, just in time to witness the great commotion from the distant Snow Mountain. The Tiangang Sword stream tore through the dark night, heating the icy snow fields, while above the sky, a small streak of light fled, hurriedly striking that terrifying sword light with a bone.
Bang!!
A clear and crisp snap, the sword light had broken.
Who... Who could this be!
"The sword is either Xue Jian's, so the person he's chasing is...."
The Wuque disciples also came out in full and were watching the battle from the rooftop. They were quite amazed because someone had managed to provoke Xue Jian's anger like this.
Can anyone dare to provoke him?
Could it be an Emperor?
Xie Shuling: "Am I the only one who cares why Master Xue Jian isn't wearing clothes?"
Yan Zhao: "What nonsense are you talking about? He's wearing big underpants, isn't he? But why do those big underpants look so familiar to me?"
