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"Vast Righteous Palm!"
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Xu Yuan's face, pale to the extreme, under the light and heat, gave the illusion of an old man facing the sunset.
But he, drained and exhausted, had no intent to surrender.
Grasping the Thunderfire Sword, he was about to unleash the Throw You Rem with his last bit of Spiritual Power.
However, a cold and clear sword cry, carrying a shrill command, suddenly traveled from the distant sky.
"Stop!"
Accompanying that shrill cry was a stunningly fast streak of Bright Sword Light.
"What?!"
The Confucian-Mo Pavilion youth was startled at first, but then resolved to ignore the incoming Sword Light, his eyes fiercely set on continuing forward.
He could see that although the Sword Light was exceedingly fast, the distance between them was simply too great, and it was too late for any rescue; he could kill Xu Yuan first and then take a defensive stand afterward.