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... Li Xuanfa felt pity for their previous competitor of his. He had lost the battle against this opponent, and yet he was experiencing his complete suppression in the hands of someone else.

“Try to fight back, boy. Your art is a step above mine, but all I see is a rookie cultivator who couldn’t even properly control his arts.” Li Meng’s attacks were also formulated by the blood energy which the Rakta transformation was formed of. Due to this, the active defense against his attacks was minim ...

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