The Xia family acted quickly.
The news that Su Yu was going to sell the soul-devouring art quickly spread.
The news that Su Yu had used the soul-devouring art to easily defeat the top 100 students also spread.
In fact, those who really paid attention to it already knew the situation.
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No. 18 high school.
Back Mountain.
In the small house, Bai Feng’s face was tired and pale.
He casually spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his head. Over the past few days, he had been countered many times by the divine symbol in Liu Wenyan’s sea of consciousness. It shook his sea of consciousness, and he was already used to spitting out blood.
Liu Wenyan looked at him and said with concern, “You still can’t die, right?”
”...”
Bai Feng felt that it was better not to care about this at all. He did not bother with his martial uncle and shook his head as he said, “I can’t Die! Martial uncle, how did you survive these past few decades?”
