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The white blade was like a sharp sword slicing through the spring wind as it approached the head

He was extremely vigilant. As Cui Hao stepped onto the stairs between the eighth and ninth floor, he felt that his heart was beating too fast, as if it was going to jump out at any moment. The closer he got to the ninth floor, the more intense that feeling became