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It was too late to stop it now, I could only watch as Wu Feizi's money sword was inserted into the painting. In that moment, I felt Zhao Zeyang's body becoming stiff, it was 3, after all. 500 million.

But after a while, there was no sound of the sword tip piercing through the canvas. Looking up, Wu Feizi was holding onto the gold coin sword while standing there, perspiring profusely