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He watched helplessly as the uncles were killed by the thugs Jiang Feng had summoned, and saw the junior brothers create a commotion, divide the family estate, seize the master’s relics, and even violently attack him, adding injury to injury.

They even coerced him into handing over his Qiankun Bag, and in the end, he was no match for the two junior brothers. The injuries he had painstakingly nurtured worsened, his dantian and meridians ruptured, and he barely escaped with his life. ...

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