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... he God Ascension Confucian Cultivator retreated backward.
Unbeknownst to him, this move just happened to fall right into the trap Lu Ding had laid out in advance.
Amidst the black petals fluttering down like a rain of flowers, Lu Ding suddenly clenched his fist, his words crisp and clear, his voice not loud, yet the coldness within it made the hearts of all spectators turn frigid.
"Die!"
In an instant.
The drifting petals instantly enveloped the Confucian ...
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