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A young man in a four-clawed dragon robe walked out of the room. His large, hooked nose radiated a fierce air, his eyes looked down on everyone, and he moved with a leisurely pace, an arrogant aura striking like summer lightning.,The blade was like obsidian, its killing intent piercing the eyes with icy chill.,They helped the prince to his feet, holding their breath: "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince is still alive."。