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The stone wall shattered with a clang, and smoke curled up in the air as the outline of a peerlessly handsome figure slowly emerged.

The youth's face was as cold as a knife. His eyes were cold and murderous. His black robe fluttered in the wind as he looked deep and dark.

There was a hint of eagerness that only mortals would have on that indifferent face. With the sword in his hand