Chapter 469
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Hidan stared at the crimson blood on his March Scythe, a strange smile curling at the corner of his lips.
He gently licked the blood from the March Scythe, then sliced open his own wrist without hesitation.
On the ground he traced a bizarre formation, his appearance so strange he looked just like a mad cultist in the throes of ecstasy.
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