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... p> The more Da Xianshi spoke, the faster the sword wings on Yang Ji's back vibrated.
It was a joke. With a Heavenly Demon comparable to a Red Dust Immortal here, Yang Ji did not fancy entangling himself in great karma. Fleeing was the most sensible decision.
"This kid actually plunged straight into the Death Mist. It seems he really has a way out. I can't let him escape."
Da Xianshi narrowed his eyes, revealing a smile that suggested everything was under his control, and ...
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