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The cultivators looked on in a daze, stupefied by the scene before them.
All around, flying swords soared in from the depths of the forest, all rushing toward the ironclad war chariot behind them.
A chicken and a dog stuck their heads out of the chariot window, each holding a strangely shaped device that was emitting a powerful suction force, attracting all surrounding Sword Qi and flying swords.
"Woof, don't compete with Lord Ergouzi for the root, this belongs to Lord Ergouzi!"
"Cluck cluck, today, the supreme self intends to sweep across the eight desolates, do not hinder the supreme self's mood!"
"Not bad, Huazi."
The big truck charged ahead, with swords clanging and sword shadows and blade lights slashing at it, sparks flying everywhere but not leaving a single mark.