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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger. As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated. When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise. But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)? Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?" "Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan." "The direction must be clear." "We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!" ……

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Chapter 100: Night Battle at White Horse! (8.273K!)_3

But hidden within that rolled-up clothing was a short dagger coated in poison.

Piles of thatch near the bonfire looked like enormous piles of cow dung; in the darkness, it was hard to see the pairs of fierce eyes within.

"Quack quack quack quack~~"

From the north side, over by the chaotic burial area, a swath of camphor trees suddenly had a flurry of birds soar from it.

Despite it being nighttime.

The hidden sentries of the Demon Cult around the perimeter still noticed it.

"Coo coo coo..."

It sounded like the calls of partridges and pheasants.

The Demon Cult was skilled in the art of mimicking such sounds, which they made sound strikingly realistic, like they were ardently courting, filled with rhythm.

A group of people dressed in black coming from the north didn't notice anything unusual.

However,

after they heard the sounds of drinking and merrymaking from White Horse Manor, the three Protectors simultaneously stopped in alert almost at the same time.