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In the blink of an eye, several youths had died.

When everyone raised their heads to look, a young man dressed in black robes jumped down from the tall tree. With a sharp blade in his hand, the handle of the blade was as black as ink.

The black robe and black blade had perfectly fused together. In the dark night, their appearances were a little ethereal.

"Luo Xingchen!"

Upon hearing this name