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... ife against his palm, legs firmly set in a horse stance, right hand extended slowly. The movement seemed full of flaws, but the aura emanating from him was so overwhelming that it immobilized Wei Tianhe.
"Flood, Drown, Seven, Troops!" The words escaped Zhao Liben’s throat one by one as if from the heavens. When the last word was uttered, Wei Tianhe felt the ground trembling slightly. Looking up, water began to gurgle from the walls of the Secret Prison, escalating from a gentle flow to a ...
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