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Dong Guang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a killing intent flashed past his eyes, he glared at Han Yan and spoke words: "Zhao Wuji, what do you want?"

Han Yan coldly snorted, and said indifferently: "I'm not thinking of anything, I'm just speaking the truth."

"The truth?" Dong Guang was furious, he clenched his fists tightly. If they were outside