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The sword that had been thrown down earlier still had traces of blood on it. Once again, it was grasped in Zhao Chuangming's hand.

Seeing his posture, Zhao Jian was so scared that his legs went limp. Crown Prince Zhao Jianhao who was at the side, shrunk to the side. The current old man was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Father... You... What are you doing? "Don't