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This surge of resentment lasted for about ten seconds before it slowly dissipated.

What could be seen was the dead grey Qi on Zi Ye's face. He raised the sword in his hand and slowly thrust it towards himself.

For a moment, no one spoke. They stared at this extremely loyal person with eyes full of admiration and regret.

Just as the sword in Zi Ye's hand was an inch away from his throat