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Snow swirled in the air, enveloping the entire panzhishan, but was unable to cover up the wave after wave of bloody stench!

Jing Rong looked at Imperial State Duke's corpse. The sword in his hand was dripping with blood. The blood flowed along the blade and onto the sharp tip of the sword. It dripped onto the snow at his feet.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"When the time comes