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The disciple from the Confucian-Mo Pavilion felt an even more terrifying pressure than before crash down upon him.
It was like the relation between a king and his subjects, or like inherent shackles born with one, the mere touch of this pressure left him utterly defeated.
At this moment, the beliefs and proud spirit he had cultivated in the Confucian-Mo Pavilion shattered to dust, as an irresistible urge to bow spread through his heart.
"No! I will never admit de ...
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