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... en interrupted, and he had suffered a backlash. Coupled with this powerful force, he felt a sweetness in his heart and spat out an arrow of blood.
Before he could say anything, a token fell out of his pocket.
Shan Ming’s expression changed. He hurriedly reached out to grab it, but a foot violently stepped down, making his palm unable to move.
He grabbed at the air.
Zhang Ronghua held the token in his hand. It was black and made of a special material. On the front ...
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