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Gone? Are you kidding me?
Xu Qianwu didn't believe a single word Xiao Mu said about there being no more fragments of the Divine Treasure. You had eight pieces before, and now suddenly you can't produce another? Who would believe that?
"Xiao Xiao, look, cough cough!" Xu Qianwu gestured all around, stubbornly insisting, "Look, these people from the Curse Gate are almost surrounding us, there's bound to be a big fight next, and just now, cough cough..."
Suddenly, Xu Qianwu coughed violently, covering his mouth with a hand before spitting a mouthful of black blood into it.
He stretched out his palm, now smeared with black blood, pitifully in front of Xiao Mu, "See, Xiao Xiao, during the last fight, I got a little hurt, even my Mountain God Spirit Tablet was cursed a bit."
As if fearing Xiao Mu wouldn't believe him, the old man's head then displayed the form of the Mountain God.
