"This is impossible, you, you..."
Bailing lowered his head, staring at the huge, gaping hole torn open in his stomach, and spoke in broken, intermittent breaths. Before he could finish, he stiffly toppled forward.
To his dying breath, he could not believe that he, a Pseudo-Core cultivator, would die at the hands of a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators. He was full of resentment, and even in death, his eyes remained wide open.
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