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Zhao Zhiqiu's arm shook as he pulled the sabre out of the man's body, bringing with him a mist of blood.

More than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground. The fresh blood that had flowed out dyed the ground red. Under the dim light, it was especially eye-catching.

There seemed to be a faint red mist in Zhao Zhiqiu's eyes. His expression was terrifyingly cold