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... ink trembles with fearful eyes, an invisible scythe of death chops down, severing his head from his torso.
The regretful gaze in the eyes of his rolling head stiffens as it tumbles between the haystacks, finally stopping in front of Xia Feng’s feet.
He Jianzhu easily took the lives of thirty people but preserved their souls intact. With a casual gesture, thirty spiritual bodies converged in the air, squeezing into a sphere. Their expressions hollow, they reached out in agony, att ...
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