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... any of Taiyuan’s royal sons were around, they would surely be amazed. “Sacrificial Blood Miracle” was a secret imperial technique, and the fact that Pei Yuan had decided to employ it meant that she was calling for a deathmatch.


However, even if she was begging for it, her opponent might not accede. The latter, upon sighting the devilish red glow, had rushed to the door, made a kickflip and evaded the area of effect. The perpetrator’s silhouette appeared like ...

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