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In the blink of an eye, a dozen of Nan Zhonglee's henchmen were beheaded and died with grievances. Not only that, no blood came out from their necks and upon closer inspection, their wounds were actually sealed in a layer of ice.

At this moment, the expressionless Spiritual Master Ziyang held a treasured sword that overflowed with azure light. The sword was three feet long and two fingers wide