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"200 Martial Will?"

"Teacher, are you joking?"

Chong Lou asked with a gloomy expression.

"Why? Do you think two hundred Dao Marks are too little? Do you want to add three hundred to three hundred Martial Wills?"

The Demon God coldly asked again.

"Eh."

"Two hundred, then. Two hundred."

Chong Lou was so depressed that he coughed out blood