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Li Jianyun smiled wryly.

He raised his head and saw the shattered sword energies land on the great protective magical formation, setting off layers of dazzling light.

Another wave of pain.

Damn it.

How many Spirit Stones would it cost to produce such an effect?

Damn it.

Who would have thought that Qizheng came and caused such a commotion?

Qizheng saw Chen Sanqiu go to the main hall