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... was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, sweeping toward the hundred men in front of him.
The hundred men looked at each other, their pupils contracting violently a few times, then the leader shouted heavily, "Go..."
They were not some super major sect, and they didn’t have a super combat body genius. Even though Sikong Jing was alone, they dared not fight. The incident at the He Residence with the disciples had already spread to all of them last night.
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