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"Today, I shall restore tranquility to the mortal realm." The elder paid no heed to the curses of the white-haired man as he flicked his horsetail whisk in the man's direction.

A beam of spiritual light shot towards the white-haired man, splitting into countless smaller beams that engulfed him in a golden radiance. When the light faded, the man had dissolved into a puddle of blood