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When the Zhu Xian Jing Hong Sword was unleashed, the towering ghostly god stood over five hundred zhang tall upon the earth, with the vast river before it resembling a mere ditch. Both Hong Xian'er and Xu Qiuming were witnessing such a stance of the ghostly god for the first time and were deeply shocked.
The astonishment brought by the ghostly god was not just due to its size but also the terrifying aura it emitted. Merely a glance at it made both feel as if they were facing death itself.
It was not just them; the Night Monarch on the opposite shore felt the same.
Looking at the stature of the ghostly god, the Night Monarch was moved, and his eyes revealed a color of excitement.
"Sword Dao... it is Sword Dao... never did I imagine that such Sword Dao existed in this world..."
The Night Monarch spoke with a trembling voice, his body shaking with excitement.