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Chapter 37. A Lesson for the Old Serpent

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last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 11:00:19

Wijaya stared in shock as Rayden, who should have been on the verge of defeat, now stood directly behind him. The cold whisper in his ear still echoed like a death chant. Before he could even muster his protective energy, Rayden's hand, glowing with a compressed golden light, struck a point on his back. It wasn't a powerful blow, but one that felt like a thousand needles of ice piercing his meridians, seeking out and shattering his spiritual control node.

"Argh!" Wijaya fell to his knees, his face ashen.

He tried to move the energy within his body, but it was useless. His Dantian felt as if it were sealed shut, and all his energy pathways were completely blocked. He stared at Rayden in horror.

"How… how did you know my weak point?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Rayden slowly withdrew his hand, his own breathing still heavy from his wounds. "Every formation master has a habit," he answered coldly, as if explaining a simple theory. "You always begin your formations with
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