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... his mind completely, condensing a blood-red spear in his hand and lunging forward furiously…

At the same time.

Watching the Martial Saint stabbing randomly in mid-air as if no one else existed, laughing and crying like a madman, shouting nonsensically, all the cultivators and True Martial cultivators inside and outside Banqiao City couldn’t help but feel their skin crawl.

However, when their eyes turned to the man in the green robe standing beside Chijian, who had effortl ...

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