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... shes, a gleam of cold light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes.
Violent palm imprints descended from his palm, pounding aggressively into Bishuiwan.
Boom boom boom...
Three minutes later, Bishuiwan had been blasted into a pile of ruins.
Zhang Xiaohao retracted his Soul Power and glanced at the pitch-black night sky.
He took a step forward, chose a direction, and walked ahead.
Under the night, a solitary figure was seen, holding a wine flask in the lef ...
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