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... in to withering leaves.
The dragon’s head and body, in Song Kanghao’s incredulous gaze, plummeted rapidly, crashing heavily towards the ground.
Before he could react, the Elegy of the Soul had already pressed against Song Kanghao’s neck.
"Sir, I’m begging you, spare me..."
"I know I was wrong. I’ll leave the dungeon immediately..."
In clumsy Xia language, the white-bearded old man pleaded.
The fear of death made the elderly man, despite his age, kn ...
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