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Luosang's scalp was numb, and he immediately understood what mistake he had made. He smiled coldly, covered up his embarrassment with laughter, and walked towards Yingshi, I, the God of Swordsman, can use the magic of swords. Since he can cultivate to such a powerful realm of swordsmanship. Naturally, there is something extraordinary about it. Dealing with a minor throat injury. It's just a pediatric matter....