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"Ah—"
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Sun Lin's screams echoed under the night sky for a long time, making one's scalp tingle.
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The guests all looked at Qin Jun's long spear with shocked faces. What kind of artifact was that? Could it possibly be a treasure?
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It could even absorb the soul of the Qilin, chilling to the bone!
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"Not good! Protect Young Master Sun quickly!"
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The guards from the Saint Dragon Restaurant hastily encircled Qin Jun, but at that moment, the soul of the Qilin was swiftly absorbed by the Silver Dragon Soul-Seeking Spear. Having lost the soul of the Qilin, Sun Lin spat blood toward the sky and then collapsed on the ground.
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"Roar—"
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The roar of the Qilin's soul resounded in Qin Jun's mind, but it vanished after only a brief moment. At the same time, the Silver Dragon Soul-Seeking Spear in his hand became extremely hot, as if it were a burning stick.
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