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Chapter 156: The Death Division Initiation
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The white jade plaza chimed under the heavy boots of two hundred senior students.

Their navy-and-gold battle robes rustled as they tightened the ring, locking every exit leading toward the inner gates of the Central Royal Academy.

At the head of the battalion stood Commander Brutus, a towering Tier-9 cultivator whose massive frame easily dwarfed the surrounding guards.

He adjusted the double-headed battleaxe resting on his shoulder, his cold eyes fixed on Austin's plain black tunic.

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