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Hong Feibai leaned against the doorway, watching those martial artists who had arrived with great momentum now stumbling away one by one in a pitiful state. The most ruthless among them, the wielder of the Ghost Owl Sword, had directly lost his life and was dragged on the ground like a tattered sack. Feeling immensely relieved, Hong Feibai let out a deep breath, his frustration vanishing as he laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, safe travels, don’t send!"
"The snow is heavy and the ...
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