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... in wounds, gasping for air. In particular, his chest had an extremely prominent print of a scorched fist. He was covered in blood, both from others and himself.
Large swathes of military disciples laid on the ground below his feet.
Li Qingshan grinned and chuckled to himself. A battle like this was even more satisfying than downing fifty jars of fine alcohol. Everything troubling him had been cast aside.
The few dozen remaining military disciples looked at him like ...
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