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... e chopped into bits if there were to move an inch.

Mu Chen gazed in astonishment at the girl before him. Luo Li’s strength had somewhat exceeded his expectations. However, after thinking about it, he gave a mocking laugh at himself. Luo Li’s talent was no less than his own. In addition, she was more dedicated to training than he was. If not for him possessing the ability of a Spiritual Array Master, he would truly not dare to pat his chest and say that he could genuinely suppress Luo Li in ...

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