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Master Hao Ming’s face was devoid of color, eyes wide, staring at the two golden peaks descending, his murmurs faint like a mosquito.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Shen Yi’s expression was grave, his thin lips tightly pressed.
At that moment, he seemed to find an opportunity, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Just when the black and thin monk’s momentum was at its peak, he suddenly formed a sword gesture, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertip. ...
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