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Genuine geniuses were rare and easily hated.
Zui Fengjian carried the spirit sword that had turned into a whip and slowly walked out of the round hole. His eyes flickered with a vicious and jealous light, staring straight at Shangguan Yuanyu. At this time, even the observing Flame Sword s and Bing Pojian walked out.
Facing the three Spiritual Martial Expert s who came from the Divine Pool