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... immortal seedlings that stirred up a storm.
When the sword was half an inch away from Li Changshou’s neck, Li Changshou, who had already “exhausted his Dharma powers”, dropped the Spiked Mace in his hand and sighed.
“I lost.”
In front of him, Liu Sizhe, who was already trembling all over, could not help but look at him with pity.
It was a close victory.
Unfortunately, those were purely Li Changshou’s acting skills.
Liu Sizhe retracted his sword and hesitated ...
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