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The young Martial Artist lifted his head, locking eyes with the hesitant Swordsman before him. As opposed to An Jing’s increasingly soaring desire for battle, floating midair, Xie Gusu’s expression grew increasingly solemn: "Demonic Qi, Spirit Root..."
"You...what kind of monster are you?"
Xie Gusu found it hard not to be solemn, hard not to be astonished.
It was one thing to be fearless of Demonic Qi; the various powers of Embracing the Void had their whole se ...
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