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Lu Xiaotian was leaning on his broadsword as he slowly kneeled on the ground. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Father, your son …" Your child is unfilial... Your son is tired! " Lu Xiaotian closed his eyes and suddenly fell on the arena.

The four shadows of Gongyang Limu suddenly disappeared from Lu Xiaotian's surroundings