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"... A thousand years of decay can't be explained, eternal damnation with no redemption."
As the last note fell, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and he said to Ramishiva, "If you can survive my move 'Twelve Hells' and not die, I'll spare your life today and will no longer involve myself with the affairs of the Ding Family Father and Daughter."
Chen Feng clasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, a white whirlwind spiraling along the blade. From a distance, it looked as though a dragon was coiling, or even more so, a Flood Dragon was howling—the piercing scream sounded like the wails of souls damned to hell, eager to destroy everything before them.
"A deal it is! Dapori Je, Luluma Hum..."
Ramishiva recited a Sanskrit phrase, prostrating himself like a pilgrim, leaning forward with a faint glow emanating from his clenched fists as he charged at Chen Feng like a raging bull...
"Hell Abyss!"