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"Lu Yan, spare me, spare my life, I can help you hunt down powerful members of the Immortal Clan..."
Zhao Zhihuan's Primordial Spirit emitted fluctuations, desperately pleading for mercy.
A step behind, completely defeated.
He never expected that Lu Yan had actually mastered such a terrifying weapon as the Thunder Sword.
Under Lu Yan's layers of disguise, he had been careless and was struck by a single blow.
And then he fell into an absolute predicament.
He was extremely unwilling; despite the fact that his raw strength far surpassed Lu Yan's, he ended up with this outcome.
He couldn't bear to fall like this.
A true man can bend and stretch—preserving life is the priority, and a little humiliation means nothing.
But Lu Yan clearly wouldn't give him another chance.
Two Big Tree Phantom Images pressed down again.
"Ah, Lu Yan, you deceitful little thief, you won't die a good death..."
Zhao Zhihuan roared.
Boom boom!
