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Lu Yuanhe did not dare to be negligent, dropped the sword in his hand, took out a bottle of hemostasis powder from his bosom, and sprinkled it onto his chest. Everyone present took a deep breath, and only after seeing the blood that was gushing out from Yan Shuo's chest gradually stop, did they slightly calm down, but they were still holding onto their hearts.

"How is it?"

Yan Yuan asked