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"Boom!"
The sword light with terrifying power instantly pierced through Ye Xuan's dantian.
"Pfft!"
Ye Xuan sprayed fresh blood from his mouth, his face pale. He never imagined that after dominating the world for so long, he would die in such an unclear manner.
Yes!
He was going to die.
Tang Xiaorou, Huo Jin, Yin Hua, and Zhai Xiaoxiao, who had been captured by the Sword Sect of West Yan Mountain, who could save them now?
No one!
If he died, Tang Xiaorou and the others would surely die as well.
Indeed, Tang Xiaorou and the others would die because of Ye Xuan's death.
The reason Ye Xuan insisted on continuing to fight was to rescue Tang Xiaorou and the others, but now he was about to die in this place. He was unwilling!
Or rather, he dared not die. Because, once he died, Tang Xiaorou and the others would be doomed.
"Ah..."
The sword light penetrated his dantian, and Ye Xuan spat out fresh blood, but at this moment, he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
