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He didn't bother explaining at all. In fact, if Santissima had not said that Xia Lei was his apostle, Gaz would have pulled out his blade and cut Xia Lei down.

The pale green blade had a hint of sour smell, and in a flash, it broke through the space in front of Xia Lei's face. That power, that momentum, he wanted to slice Xia Lei's head off!

Xia Lei's feet rubbed on the ground