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... om his meditation, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.
His soul power kept leaking away, and sometimes the fluctuations were especially intense. Even the endlessly circulating Mysterious Heaven Skill couldn't sustain the drain. How the hell was he supposed to cultivate like this?
What's more, every time he thought about the possibility of his hammer being used by that cat to smash cucumbers, crack walnuts, or hammer nails, rage would surge uncontrollably in his heart. ...
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