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... shing a clay chicken or a porcelain dog!"
Mo Handong’s voice was icy, and his murderous intent caused the surrounding flattened ground to be covered with a layer of frost.
He attacked again, without any flashy moves, merely pointing a finger at Ye Chen. In an instant, a sliver of golden light shot from his fingertip, disappearing suddenly before reappearing right in front of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen’s killing intent surged, just as he was about to strike, the voice of the Lingtia ...
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