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As soon as Hua Mujin finished speaking, she stepped forward and unsheathed the sword at Yan Hua's waist. The moment she stabbed the sword at Sun Zichu, she did not hesitate at all.

As if Sun Zichu had accepted his fate, and truly wished to die, his eyes were tightly shut, and the only thing that revealed on his face was a desire to die.

"Puff ?"

The sword pierced into Sun Zichu's body