The dust in the air was ice shards due to the collision on the ice cap, but it was also fragments of Barlin's flying sword, as well as the vestiges of its clones.Even then, Barlin wasn't aware that he couldn't feel his flying sword because it was completely destroyed.As the polar gales blew and the dust settled, he thought he'd never forget what he was seeing for the rest of his life: Charlie, standing his ground.Despite being far inferior in cultivation—despite his violent assault… Charlie was still alive, while his flying sword was nowhere to be seen!However, Charlie was not in good shape either.His clothes were shredded, and he was bleeding from hundreds of cuts, with the blood coagulating as soon as it hit the polar air that was at least seventy degrees below.Either way, he was a tragic sight.Still, Barlin was gaping at him, and bellowed, 'Where's my sword, brat?!"Charlie looked at Barlin, and then at himself.He was just as shocked as the geezer, but he was calm—w
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