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Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

The sword howled, not stopping for a moment!

During this time, the face of the young master, which was formed from the blood mist, twisted and shattered. Then it reformed, repeating itself over and over again! The only difference was that with every remodeling, his face would become even more ferocious!

However, this couldn't be blamed on him