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... hroud that enveloped the coffee table was not weak, being able to withstand an intermediate stage ancient martial art practitioner for fifteen minutes. However, it could not block the power of a later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner.


After the light shroud shattered, Mo Wen rolled his sleeve up. The mace immediately flew backward, straight into the hand of Chen Wuhui who was standing to the side.


A low-level spiritual weapon was useless for Mo Wen. ...

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