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Chapter 122: The Tower of Succession, Unmatched Prowess
ed, his hair fluttering upwards. His eyes, fixed on the White Bone Venerable, were filled with murderous intent.With my current martial arts skills offering no hope, I can only rely on it.A finely cr... were cold and sharp. With a sudden flash, he moved a zhang away, dodging the three-meter-long blade of qi. He looked up.But I saw, on the mountain road a hundred paces away, a young man in gray cloth...