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"Holy shit!" Lonemoon's heart skipped a beat. Believe in him my ass! Lonemoon must have been crazy to listen to Shen Ying. Neither the master nor the disciple was reliable. "Hey, hey, hey. Yi Qing, are you still alive?" No matter how powerful he is, he couldn't have beaten Qing Yi.

"You're a true Sword Cultivator. One capable lad you are," Qing Yi said as he held his chest. He slowly got to his feet, looking at the blood-covered Yi Qing with caution. "If you were just a little stronger, Soul Formation- No, just late-stage Nascent Soul, I could have really died at your hands." Yi Qing's sword had actually overcome the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. If his cultivation level wasn't this low and he had more Spiritual Power, he would have been able to maintain the Great Sword for longer than half a minute. Then, Qing Yi would really have died at his hands.