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Everyone’s eyes uniformly shifted to the charred young boy lying on the ground, emitting black smoke.

In everyone’s gaze, there was now an added touch of sympathy.

Fortunately, the boy had been completely knocked unconscious by the Destructive Thunder, otherwise, if he had heard the conversation between the Saint Heir and Xiao Yi, he would likely be so enraged that he would faint all over again.

He was the Saint Heir’s trusted disciple, after all!

Alwa ...

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