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... for the black-clothed man saving the situation, Nangong Aotian would have been burned to death by the flames he released.


The black-clothed man frowned as he looked at Victor and said coldly, “Kid, you’re really ruthless. If it wasn’t for me making a timely move, you wouldn’t have been able to leave the East Ocean Restaurant today.”


Victor smiled faintly and said, “Senior has long been prepared. I think you wouldn’t just sit back and watch the disciples of the Molten Spi ...

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