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Holy Son Tang Teng was incredibly tense, wishing fervently that Qiao Gao would perish in the storm of wind and lightning. He believed that the heavens were jealous of such talent. Unconsciously, Tang Teng's sharp nails dug into his own flesh, drawing blood.

Ximen Cann, on the other hand, was filled with despair as he stared intently at Qiao Gao. He was too powerful