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No matter how much hatred filled his heart,
he wished he could kill Zhou Ping’an with a strike of his palm...
Monk Guangming knew this was not the time to linger in battle.
Not only was his neck freshly wounded, bleeding profusely like a waterfall, but his head also felt slightly dizzy.
At the same time, the blood holes in his right eye and the left side of his chest and abdomen, which had been shot through, also began to hurt.
All his wo ...
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