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Perhaps this goal is a bit ambitious, seemingly unattainable.

Yet, if he couldn't muster the courage to set such a goal, how could Qin Ming ever face his own heart with tranquility?

"If I cower before my own enemy, can I still call myself a true Martial Cultivator?"

Qin Ming's grip on his fist tightened.

Since his rebirth, his loathing for the Poison Demon had seeped deep into his bones