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... spewed forth blood.
“The old wood is reborn. Cutting wood is cutting me.”
“A hundred years of cutting wood, how can life and death affect me?”
An ethereal voice echoed in all directions.
With a boom, a towering ancient tree appeared on Cen Qiaofu’s neck where his head should have been.
Lush tree roots shot out from under his feet. Some pierced into the Great Path, while others penetrated the ground as they crazily absorbed the nutrients.
As the gro ...
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