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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 102: I am the Sect Leader! (8.513k)

The night was dark.

Even with the faint moonlight, even those with excellent eyesight could only see vague outlines in the distance.

Many experts of the Demon Cult were behind him and the renowned Protector, seeking to save his own life, had already panicked and taken random paths.

He accidentally entered an area densely covered with thorny bushes.

Swinging his sword violently, but fleeing too hastily, the spines cut his hands, arms, and face. His night clothes tore, ripping off strips of fabric with a hissing sound.

There was none of the imposing fanfare he had when he started.

Fear, anger, and a hint of regret he would never voice.

As Fei Bin fled, he caught a glance at Le Hou beside him.