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Dao Sang decisively made a move. He grabbed Wenren Dian in one hand, and then planted him into the air like a blade of spring onion.

Wenren Dian stopped and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. Looking at the blood on his palm, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiang Feng, his eyes almost spitting fire.

From the day he was born until now