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... ing retreated continuously, then seized the moment to stomp on the plow-stick head. Behind him, two black tendrils shot out, crescent-shaped like scimitars, aiming for the Arhat’s neck!
The Arhat wouldn’t give Fang Jianxing this chance. The white jade pillar was not only indestructible, but in His hands, it was flexible and transformative, full of potential.
He immediately moved the rod forward, his empty left arm emanating a green glow like "parting grass to find a snake," split ...
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