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Zhen Xiaoyao felt that he was going to be driven crazy by Chen Sanqiu. His treasured sword had pierced Chen Sanqiu's shoulder, pierced Chen Sanqiu's chest, and cut Chen Sanqiu's thigh.

Chen Sanqiu didn't seem to feel anything.

He was like a mad bull, its eyes bloodshot as it swung its branch at him.

Even so.

Most importantly, Chen Sanqiu's sword art was incomparably exquisite.

Moreover