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The ghost blood blade that had shattered Ling Ye in one strike went berserk, and the light emitted by the spirit sword in Ling Yan's hand also slowly dissipated. He lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Someone like you and I, who came from an ordinary background, is actually able to work by the side of the Holy King