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The air was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the sword that rested on his throat. If the sword moved, then he would die.

A middle-aged man in white clothes lightly slapped his other hand with a white fan. His gaze landed on the sword in Long Chen's and Long Chen's hands.

"If you kill him, you will die even more miserably. If you don't kill him, you will also die very miserably