Tension.
Killing intent.
Indifference.
Nearing death.
With a sense of tension, wishing to completely erase the Divine Ruins like the starry skies before their destruction.
With killing intent, not caring about this act of slaughter that was easier than farting; the palm had not yet struck, and his thoughts had already wandered to what kind of reward he might receive from the Rakshasa Saint Lord.
Choosing indifference, still trembling icily; he absolutely did not believe that the fake Rakshasa would use his own life as bait to bring a glimmer of hope when he was helpless.
Nearing death, he sighed.
This was a sigh that almost turned the tension of the stunning beauty into anger.
A sigh that elicited disdainful laughter from Sui Sheng.
A sigh that made Wan Blade even more indifferent.
With bitterness in his chest, heart, and mouth, Xie Tian finished his sigh, hung his head, and asked softly: "Do you know who took the Saint's doppelgänger?"
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