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Chapter 150

Chapter 150

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Steal his spiritual herbs? They must have a death wish, dancing wildly right at the gates of hell! At this point, it was impossible to say the culprit wasn’t targeting him. It was so blatant, this "precision strike" that it practically had the words "I’m targeting you" carved into his forehead.

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