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Having said that, he lifted his head, his dim eyes seeming to pierce through the Qiankun Dome, gazing into the obscurity beyond.
"Pavement of Heavenly Mechanism, Pavilion of Heavenly Mechanism, hahaha!"
"O vast heavens, why favor him and slight me?"
"One wrong move, and the whole game is lost!"
"I—hate this!!!!"
As he spoke, Dao Wuya rose furiously, then collapsed thunderously to the ground.
"Brother Dao!"
Shen Chongrong's expression changed immediately, and he stood up to check his condition.
But unexpectedly...
"Boom!!!"
A thunderous roar erupted, Dao Wuya's body exploded, his flesh turned to charcoal, and then to flying ash.
The Pavilion Master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Mechanism, the Hidden Taoist fortune teller—was dead!
"Brother Dao!"
Shen Chongrong stood petrified, staring at the ash that was once Dao Wuya, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Just then, a flash of azure light startled him awake, and his expression changed once again.
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