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"How is it, are you hurt?" Leaning on Ren Yuan, Sheng Xuan's eyes grew cold as he turned to look at the person behind him.

"I'm fine, hiss... They are only small injuries and won't die. " Ren Yuan patted a sword scar on his shoulder and grimaced in laughter. His expression of pain and joy was quite comical.

"In a while, we will start killing from the Nascent Soul Stage