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... to be so shocked. Doesn’t he know who Tang Qingshan is? He’s my brother, how could he stand a chance against him? And that stupid Heaven-Yin Daoist, why would he dare to challenge Jiang Bilan? Who could possibly outmatch her apart from Qin Nan and myself?”

Mu Mu and Xuan Yue had long closed their ears, as their eyes were fixated on both of the astonishing battles.

Even though they were eager to compete with the geniuses too, they clearly knew that they had to preserve their ener ...

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