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Dragging the bamboo blade across the ground, Ye Tian slashed upward. A sharp edge sliced through the rain curtain, scattering countless raindrops infused with intense killing aura. As they met the opposing killing aura, the raindrops burst apart, followed by the blade itself.

A single slash piercing the armor. Ye Tian felt it was somewhat a waste.

Opening his eyes, the corpse on the ground was dissolving into blood at a visibly rapid rate.

No wonder the blood smelled strange earlier; it truly wasn't from an ordinary person. This just got interesting.

The cold smirk on Ye Tian's lips still lingered. As the second wave of killing aura approached, he felt a sudden eagerness in the bamboo held in his hand. Ye Tian steadied his mind, made no movements, and continued standing in place, clutching the bamboo stick with his right hand.