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"Die."
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The Sword Spirit snatched the Carefree Excalibur from Guo Zhengtai's grip, a cold glint flashed in its eyes, and without another word, it stabbed towards the latter's chest.
That single thrust killed Guo Zhengtai.
"Old Xu, Old Xu will surely avenge me."
Blood trickled from the corners of Guo Zhengtai's mouth, he cast a pained glance at the Sword Spirit. This time, he had come to seize the Carefree Excalibur. His strength was formidable, enough to utterly dominate Ye Xiaofei and the others, but unexpectedly, he had misjudged a child.
This was a truly humiliating matter for him.
He died with much reluctance, even to the point of not resting in peace.
However, there was nothing he could do but to hope that Old Xu would take his revenge for him.
"If he dares to come, he'll end up just like you."