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Chapter 92 - Taking on Wang Fuchen
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... gash so big and deep that he looked like a spatchcocked chicken, his bone bare for all to see.
“Cough, cough.” His primeval qi was in disarray; he had a coughing fit, spitting out blood nonstop.
Despite the severity of his injuries, his gaze retained its unyielding intensity. The light in his eyes refused to diminish, exuding a wild and scary gleam.
“Xiaofan!”
Seeing Chen Fan's miserable appearance, Qin Yao knelt weakly on the ground, hands shielding her face as t ...
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