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... iple of the Poison Sect had escaped the Poison Mist Swamp; all had perished within the marsh.
At that moment—
The resentful spirit of the Barefoot Immortal, with pupils glazed white, was holding the withered body of an old man. He strode out of the swamp and threw the body down in front of Chen Qiu.
"The process of collecting bodies is still the most enjoyable," he said.
Chen Qiu, smiling, wrapped his arms with Spiritual Energy and carefully stripped the Storage R ...
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