The towering sky, the howling wind, disordering Xiao Teng's long hair, made his facial features somewhat blurry at the moment.
"Xiao Ye, today I, Xiao Teng, am here to atone for the mistakes I've made in the past!"
Holding the Blood Sword, a surge of War Intent rose to the sky, his figure exuded unwavering resolve, like a warrior going to his death, tragic yet desolate.
"Sword Devouring the World!"
Boom!
Xiao Teng swung his sword, as if Divine Punishment had descended, Heaven and Earth trembled, the void shuddered, and a terrifying Sword Qi formed a sword light storm, blanketing this space in white, ravaging around and enveloping the Yan Family's Martial Artists.
"Blood Slaughterer, you dog, our Yan Family nurtured you, yet today you dare to be ungrateful!"
"Blood Slaughterer, remember, you are under the 'Spirit Control Secret Technique', only our Yan Family can undo it, do you wish to seek death voluntarily?"
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