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... ip of the brush, transforming into a black tide that covered the sky. Zhang Hongzheng tightly grasped Yan Qi’s shoulder, refusing to let go, and with one hand struck out with a fist. The powerful punch cleaved through the tide; the elder in the luxurious garb was furious.
"You little bastard, are you planning a rebellion!"
"Rebellion?" Yan Qi sneered, "Without even the ’right’ above, what rebellion is there to speak of!"
With a sudden shake of his sleeves, he broke free f ...
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