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... st flicked...
Ka...
Ka ka...
Zhao Xiantong’s Blood Shirt shattered, pierced again by the tip of the spear.
Li Yuan lifted him with one hand and praised, "Not bad, not bad."
The spear had obviously been silent, yet the opponent could predict the path of his long spear and change his landing spot ahead of time. Truly a Sixth Grade.
Li Yuan drew his spear again, saying, "I’ll give you another chance."
Without a word, Zhao Xiantong moved his fi ...
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