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... in and Yang talent without warning and swallowed the two forces without hesitation.

“It’s indeed Yin-Yang Power! Unfortunately, these are just tonics to my innate Yin and Yang talent.”

The power of Yin and Yang contained in the battleaxe only launched a single attack. After realizing that Li Xiang was not afraid at all, they immediately quieted down. That was the test of the axe. Those who could hold it and not let go were qualified to become its master and save it from fighting. ...

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