Author: Mao Ni
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Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_Editor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio, Vicky_
Many people had guessed what the seemingly tiny light dust was by now, even though this answer was so implausible.
What else could they do besides kneel down on the ground to admit their submission?
Well, they could also resist.
Jing Jiu and the Dead Dog were still in the hermit peaks. The two of them were the most powerful swordsmen at the current Green Mountain Sect; and the sole passage leading to the hermit peaks was located underneath Shangde Peak.
The intention of the light dust was clear enough.
Many disciples of Green Mountain had lost control of their bodies and minds, unable to stand erect; but some of them could still stand proudly amid the strong wind.
Those who were still standing were Nan Wang, the Immortal Guangyuan, Chen Youtian, Zhao Layue, and the disciples of the second generations like Gu Qing, Yuan Qü, Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han, Yao Songshan and Lei Yijing. They were behaving this way not because of their bravery; they simply had no other choice because
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