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After waiting for Situ Haoran and the others to come out, I walked up to the six reverends and Shui Chengke that followed Long Haotian into the array. I placed a palm on each of their own head, making them look like mortals. After seven palm strikes, the seven reverends died, just like Ying Longji. Looking at Ying Long Haotian, I said to myself, "I'll let you off this time. Next time