Chapter 200 Light poured down. Honed blades flashed, cutting with conviction. A dance of ceremonial hatchets from both hands and the heavens. Aaaaaah…! The ceremonial hatchets rained down into the centipede’s torso, the one shaped like an apostate monk. These were not the ceremonial hatchets for subduing evildoers, the ones that had been driven into Assistant Manager Jin Nasol at...
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