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Looking at Du Shaomu, Bei Goongliu felt helpless.

That guy, Du Wenyuan, was already quite a monster back then. Who would have thought that his son was even more monstrous, to the point where it was hard to imagine.

He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, yet he could easily kill a Ninth Layer Saint.

Even if they had seen it with their own eyes, it was hard for them to imagine