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Xia Hou Che walked closer. With a wave of his wide sleeve, a thin mask that was as thin as a cicada's wing fell into his hands. At the same time, a thin blade flew out from the tongue of the person being held.

Xia Hou Che moved to the side, and the blade barely brushed past his clothes as it stabbed towards the black-robed guard behind him, instantly killing him.

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