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... to spit it out, Ye Fan suddenly slapped him, pushing the stone back into his throat.
Damn it!
Am I sick?
Just standing there and taking a beating!
Do you think I'm stupid!
Enraged to the point of madness, Han Mo could no longer care about anything else, gathering all his Martial Arts Qi and launching a fierce attack towards Ye Fan's chest, "You little beast, go to hell!"
After all, Han Mo possessed the strength of a Martial Emperor Third Grade, an ...
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