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... was severely injured, and whether they could survive was uncertain. Chen Donglou, on the other hand, was at the end of his rope, his injuries beyond remedy. Lei Jun silently watched the Mount Shu Sword Cultivator in that river of time. The opponent could hardly maintain a seated, cross-legged position and lay on the ground in an undignified sprawl, barely clinging to life. His face bore a satisfied smile, but his gaze held a hint of regret as he looked towards the Ziwei Sword Mark. Fearless of ...
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