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... dim, seemingly ruined. Xu Jianwen snorted, flipping it up and throwing it on the ground, looking at the blade wound on his chest, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"How could this be..."
If not for this top-grade Suppressing Object, he would have almost been cut down just now. But what truly pierced through Xu Jianwen’s psychological defenses was Zhao Douan, this "court tribute," this outsider walking the path of the Martial God, this servant... who should have been immob ...
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