C782 Make a Profit Without Loss of Blood

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Ah!

That old man from the Du Clan let out a terrifying scream on the spot. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew a dozen meters away before spitting out another mouthful of blood. His clothes were burnt to ashes and turned into a ball of black mist.

"How is this possible?" He looked at the dead Du Family elder on the ground