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The scene was eerily silent. The overwhelming sword aura had vanished without a trace, replaced by a pervasive, murderous sword intent that filled the air. Qiao Gao stood there holding just a three-inch-long withered branch, not even emitting a hint of sword energy. Yet, the terrifying murderous intent flowed endlessly from the branch in his hand.

Everyone stared at Qiao Gao in horror