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"Boom!"
Kuai Shiren, realizing he was caught red-handed, felt a chill run down his spine. He mustered his mana and the mourning stick in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into a massive cloud of smoke that spread hundreds of meters. At the same time, his figure rapidly retreated, instantly becoming a shadowy figure fleeing into the distance.
"Good thing I made a split-second decision; at least I saved my own skin." A few breaths later, seeing that there were no sounds of pursuit behind him, Kuai Shiren turned to glance at the empty space behind him and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.
Just as Kuai Shiren was feeling secretly pleased with himself, he suddenly saw stars before his eyes, as if he had run into an impenetrable copper wall and iron barrier, and bright red blood gushed from his nose.
He looked up.
Damn it!
It wasn't a wall; it was the chest of a tall Daoist.
