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Xiao Qingge, with a talisman brush as her sword, advanced instead of retreating. Every swing of the talisman sword left on the old man's body hundreds of wounds as fine as hair, yet deep enough to reach the bone and blood.
And every move of the talisman brush as a sword carried green formation patterns.
With every tear in his flesh, the power within his body was devoured by the green patterns.
After a few moves, the old man was driven to madness.
His eyes turned red with ferocity as he stared at Sang Zinan.
He was merely a Golden Core, neither a typical Talisman Practitioner nor a Sword Cultivator, and not even resembling an Array Cultivator.
An oddity entirely — yet he was being crushed and rendered powerless to fight back.
While being kicked around on the Blood Formation by Xiao Qingge wielding the talisman brush, the old man felt that his body could no longer hold on and death was certain.