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"What are your thoughts?"
Jiang Dingfei looked down from the sky, his gaze falling on the two people below, and asked.
A heavy pressure settled on their bodies, causing their breathing to hitch, and their mana to pause momentarily.
"Uncle-Master's swordsmanship is profound. I concede,"
Lei Linghe said with bitterness, bowing with clasped hands before taking his leave.
Although he still had the strength to fight, he could not summon any will to do so; he was but a soulless shell.
"You little brat!"
"Had it not been for you, my path would have been boundlessly bright,"
Zhou Kunlong's eyes brimmed with blood-red resentment and intense unwillingness. "Why did you have to appear and steal my great opportunity?"
"Kill!"
He roared, as mana surged from his Elixir Field, pushing it to the extreme, not hesitating to destroy the Top-Grade Flame Mountain Magic Tool in his hand.
The Little Mountain swelled to the size of seven or eight Zhang in an instant!
