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Chen Ling yawned. He always felt lonely after killing people. He was a person who was very afraid of loneliness, but he often had to live with loneliness. A long time ago, he had not encountered a decent opponent. He was already tired of the days of being invincible, so tired that even his face turned into the word "tired". He is no longer young. He doesn't want to leave his loneliness to others, but he also doesn't want his swordsmanship to be lost forever.