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The long sword of the black-robed Taoist hung over Zhao Polu's head, and his action paused. His features stiffened immediately as the crossbow shot through his throat flying dozens of steps behind his head. Before he struggled to make a sound, he flew backward because of the great power of the crossbow. He fell on the ground heavily, causing muddy water everywhere.
"You..." The Taoist let out a fuzzy voice, struggling to raise his upper body. Before he could say the se ...
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