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Chapter 130 (Echoes of the beast) Chen’s POV
Author: Lady P
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"I endured all of this..." Han Jun whispered, his eyes burning with an unholy fanaticism. "...just to meet the Sovereign."

The sheer devotion in his voice sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t hatred. It wasn't the manic desperation of a cornered beast. It was an obsession. The ravenous reverence of a starving scholar finally standing before a forbidden scripture.

My instincts screamed for me to act fast and I didn't hesitate. I drove my Void energy into my hand, crushing his throat with the in
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