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On the snowy ground, stained with blood, patch after patch of snow turned crimson. The droplets of condensed red blood fell with a "thud," instantly spreading and dyeing the area red, like clusters of red plum blossoms, demonic and bewitching, truly chilling.
"Boom!"
The burly man with a scar on his face brandished a sword, the sharp tip scraping across the snowy ground, leaving behind a gash of varying depth.
His countenance was fierce, teeth gritted, steps heavy, approaching Ye Xuan. With every step he took, the snow beneath ground with a "creak," and there was the sound of rocks crumbling, harsh and conspicuous, stirring everyone's emotions.
"Who is this man? So aggressive, does he have the assurance to kill Ye Xuan?"
Someone widened their eyes, closely watching the burly man, with a look of astonishment, questioning.
