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... this monk?"
Chan Ning, the young monk, chanted a Buddhist mantra, raising his palm horizontally, perfectly flawless, with strands of golden light emanating from his arms crossed in front of his chest, blocking Zhong Lin’s punch.
On the other side, Lan Ming’s figure flew across hundreds of miles like a rainbow, his blood, like colored glass, splattering across the sky.
His arm trembled involuntarily, with his translucent bones exposed, but in just a breath, the wound compl ...
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