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... forced to the fingertips.
Meng Chuan suddenly exerted force and flicked his fingers.
Three drops of murky liquid, like lead-mercury, shot out, leaving small holes in the retreat room untouched by any fist stance.
Breathing like ripples, the Qi around him was thoroughly cleansed, like a newly tempered sword embryo.
Suddenly opening his eyes, unable to restrain the left one, a faint dark blue halo spread like water waves from his body.
The aura hit the walls ...
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