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... ed at Lu Xuan in front of him, who seemed to have transformed into someone else, and was greatly alarmed.

At the same time, there was an invisible oppressive force, making him feel suffocated.

How is this possible!

How could Xiaoxuan have such a powerful aura?

He could even make a Martial Artist of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm feel terrified, without having the thought of resisting.

"Uncle, I’ve troubled you today, I’ll take my leave now!"

At thi ...

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