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"Kacha kacha!" With two crisp sounds, Han Ming and Ma Liang were sent flying by the Paradise Elder. Both of them only had one arm left, and their moonlit treasured sabers were like autumn water, not stained with even a drop of blood. Han Ming and Ma Liang, who were hugging their arms and screaming in pain, were sealing their own blood for bleeding while stuffing their own mouths with elixirs