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Chapter 625 - 360: Wasn’t He Asleep? How Can He Still Move? (Part 2)
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... f a claw from the Ancestral Golden Dragon is truly terrifying. If you ask the hellish poet Charon, he wouldn’t know, because he never took a hit; he dodged, not gracefully though, but at least he avoided it.
Boom——
Flying debris grazed across his face, sparking as it collided with the faint scale patterns emerging on his skin. This seemingly frail minstrel crashed through the palace wall, leaping into the air.
Then, the hellish poet looked towards the towering Golden Drag ...
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