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"Then fight if you want to fight, what's with all the chatter?" Gu Chen's tone was indifferent, without a trace of expression on his face, giving no clue to his thoughts.

Zhuo Siyuan and the others frowned. They were approaching the Gang Qi Realm, and if the five of them joined forces, they could even battle a master who had undergone one blood exchange. Why was Gu Chen always so calm?

"Stop pretending!"

Ling Fei, the chief disciple of Feixue Sword Sect, had a cold expression. With a clang, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, which was a low-grade divine weapon.

After all, as Ling Fei was the heir of the top force Feixue Sword Sect and was about to step into the realm of a martial arts master, the sect naturally equipped him with a low-grade divine weapon.

However, like Gu Chen's waist's Blood Shadow Sword, this divine weapon had been suppressed by the Pagoda, losing its "spirit." Here, it was no different from a mundane weapon.

"Flying Snow Across the Sky!"