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Western region of the Southern Federation, atop the snow peak of the Erz Mountains!
"Kill!"
As Ye Xuan's fierce shout echoed, a bloodied head rolled and thumped heavily onto the snow.
Ye Xuan's body was covered in wounds, big and small, no longer a concern to him.
Ye Xuan must fight!
This battle shall have no end until death!
Because he must carve a bloody path through this crowd. Otherwise, how could he ensure the safety of Tang Xiaorou and others?
Even for Tang Xiaorou and others, Ye Xuan absolutely cannot lose this battle!
If he loses, it's not just his own death.
Even Tang Xiaorou and others will perish because of Ye Xuan.
This battle is no longer a personal vendetta; it is Ye Xuan fighting for Tang Xiaorou and others.
Those who try to stop Ye Xuan, he shall break through with the sharp shards of his long sword, forcibly carving a bloody path out of the impenetrable crowd.
"Puff, puff!"
