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Yan Zongyue's face was ashen, the scimitar in her hand trembled slightly. He was the first to make a move, and he was actually knocked back by Beiming Xiao's sword. The shock in his heart was even worse than the one on his hand.

Who would have thought that a sickly person would have such a profound inner strength? No wonder he was able to become the reserve candidate for the crown prince