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In front of him was a dense crowd.

Behind him was a group of impetuous martial arts veterans.

Never in his wildest dreams would Jiang Li have thought that he would end up in such dire straits.

The wound on his back was not deep, and it did not hurt much.

These people were the guardians of the Martial Saint Mountain, the so-called righteous sects.

"Ning Shao, help me pull out those escort