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Strong gales raged, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The sky seemed to once again cheer for Xiao Wuji's fury.

Zhang Tiandong floated in the air. The strong wind was blowing his hair, giving him a sense of beauty. Zhang Tiandong was not a very handsome person, but at this moment, with the God-Slaying Sword in his hand coupled with the self-confidence on his face