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... hattered into four pieces.
Song Tonghai's eyes were slightly red, filled with bloodshot veins, his gaze piercing through the wide-open doors of the hall to the mountainous piles of gift boxes outside, his anger becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
A visible inner strength condensed into mist, rising from the top of his head and generating an invisible gust around him, cutting like a blade, sharp to the extreme.
Gathering Qi into sharpness, this was the wonder seen in tho ...
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