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... Muxue could tolerate it, but the pot behind her couldn’t. Before anyone could react, the iron pot flew up on its own!
Just hearing "bang"—does it sound good? If it sounds good, it’s a good hit.
Shen Yao clutched her forehead in disbelief, a large bump quickly swelling up.
"You!"
Shen Yao wouldn’t hold back either. She drew her sword, starting with the Flowing Cloud Eighteen Forms, the swordsmanship that Liuyun Sect prided itself on!
With a "swish swish sw ...
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