C220 To Survive for Ten Thousand Years

Just when Xia Ling was planning to strike again to completely end this ghost. Suddenly, an extremely terrified and high-pitched voice came from the underground space:

"Swords, Lord Sword Emperor!"

Oh? Xia Ling's brows twitched. Someone actually recognized him?

Was it the ghost?

"Since you've already recognized them, then don't hide yourself. Come out." Xia Ling said lightly.

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