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"Damn!"

Lee Feng's pupils shrank at the sight before him.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he pivoted on his heel and charged toward the duo, leaving Wang Kaixuan and the others to wait. The Dorje Umbrella they faced was no ordinary item; crafted from steel refined a hundred times, its tip was lethally sharp—this was no laughing matter.

Clang!

With the Graceful Sword drawn