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... . Cao Ying comes from a prestigious family, they know that they are disciples of the Wangxian Sect founded by Lin Jiang, so they didn’t like them for showing disrespect to the sect’s founder.

So when Zhou Bang wanted to kill, Cao Ying was faster. She drew her sword and struck. With one blow, Zhou Bang, who was also at Building Foundation Period, screamed in pain and flew backwards.

The former witch from Yun State was not to be underestimated. After thousands of years, her talent ...

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