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Yi Changsheng's gaze was as cold as the edge of a blade, blooming with a suffocating coldness.

This Jiang Feng brat really did not put him in his eyes, and had insulted him with his words over and over again. If he did not kill him today, as the Patriarch of the Yi Family, where would his face be?

"Let me suppress you!" Yi Changsheng's mouth opened slightly, and a cold voice floated out