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... > Zhu Mo leaped up, somersaulted nine and a half times in mid-air, landed on the back of his head, and scrambled up seeing stars, absolutely ecstatic.
He spread open his palm. A dull, murky azure light, meandering and viscous, flowed within. The strangely varied Lei Mang was like thick syrup.
This was quite different from Qi Xiu’s Yang Thunder, which was wide-ranging and powerful, fiercely masculine, and embodied pure Yang to the extreme.
The Yin Thunder, primarily genera ...
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