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Zhao Zhe held onto the spear with both of his hands and held it horizontally in front of him, forming a defensive halo.

Weng! * With a sound, the Sword Qi dissipated. The sleeves on Zhao Zhe's hands were destroyed, blood dripping onto the yellow ground.

"No one even has such a strong sword Qi!" Zhao Zhe was forced back more than 10 metres by the Sword Qi. His feet stabbed into the ground