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... scent Soul Stage Black-clothed Cultivator stopped wasting words and transformed into a black lightning bolt, appearing in front of Luo Qingchen in an instant.
He pointed his fingers like blades, with pitch-black Demon Flame swirling at the tips, carrying a penetrating sharpness, aimed straight at Luo Qingchen’s forehead.
This strike was as fast as lightning, ruthless to the extreme.
Luo Qingchen’s pupils contracted suddenly, starlight flickered under his feet, and his fig ...
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