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... guarantee that he will die in the spirit world." Shi Zhong glanced at him lightly.

  He has three hostages in his hands, and if one of them is slaughtered, the other two will not dare to turn their faces.

   "Let me go, and they will come back naturally." Shi Zhong looked at the people around him, and finally fixed his eyes on one of the old men in Xianyuan.

  This old man's cultivation base is very deep. Although he stood there quietly, Shi Zhong could feel the destructive ...

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