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"Who exactly are you?!"

Yang Quan's voice thundered with shock as he demanded an answer.

"You don't need to know who I am. Just know that your end is coming at my hands," came the chilling reply. The demonic energy around the figure intensified, and the black broadsword in his grasp erupted with tumultuous waves of dark Qi, conjuring illusions that began to assail Yang Quan's mind and spirit