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After awakening, Zhi Li still felt some dizziness, and the injury on his privates, which had already healed, now throbbed with pain again.
His martial arts skills were high, but he still fell ill.
Because the martial arts of this world originated from the energy deep within one's bloodline, and the bones and meridians were somewhat strengthened as a result.
But the internal organs were still prone to sickness and weakness.
"Gui Xingfu, damn old thief, old thief…"
Upon waking, Zhi Li screamed hoarsely, smashing everything around him to pieces.
His wife, Fang Qingzhuo, hurriedly embraced him, weeping as she consoled him, "Don't be like this, don't be like this!"
And Li Chenglian, who had always been standing, now knelt on the ground.
"Go, kill Ling Ao for me, tear him to pieces!" Zhi Li roared.
"Yes," Li Chenglian rose and walked out.
But as he had just stepped out, he heard Zhi Li's voice behind him, saying, "Ling Ao is in Turing Tuo's camp, forget it!"
