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All the people present, except for Huang Xiaolong's two wives and the three little demons, had turned into statues, as if they were made of clay and wood.
They were truly dumbfounded.
A Loose Cultivator with a notorious reputation in the overseas world, in the mid-phase of the divine skills realm, boasting seven treasures, each with its unique usefulness, roamed unchallenged—until, unexpectedly, he was smashed to pieces upon first encounter.
An instant kill...
Huang Xiaolong paid no attention to the shocked expressions of the crowd, reaching out to collect the seven floating treasures directly into his soul-capturing cylinder.
'Hehe, these seven treasures are of passable quality. I've stumbled upon a small fortune just as I'm leaving the island—it's a great start!' Huang Xiaolong licked his lips with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, as he swept them around the room.
It wasn't the look one gives to another person, but rather to an object or a beast.
