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... ell down into the starry sky.
Xu Qing’s voice echoed coldly through the void. His facial expression hadn’t changed much during this entire incident, and even now, he was just looking calmly at the huge, decaying tree wrapped around the eyeless corpse of Hellfei.
“What’s the meaning of this, young friend?” the Greenwood said in a weak, ancient voice. It seemed confused.
The only answer it got from Xu Qing was a black spear surrounded by a sea of flames. It shot through the ...
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