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... wooden spike barely missed Zheng Cheng’s head, taking with it a few strands of his hair.
“Dammit…!”
A short distance away, Mu Yao cursed under her breath.
She had seized the fleeting moment when Zhao Yunxiao was immobilized, intending to first deal with this troublesome youngster.
Regrettably, she failed, he had managed to evade the assault.
“Isn’t this boy some kind of shadow priest? How is his reaction speed so fast?
Even faster than the average ...
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