e was a forgotten concept. He struggled to his feet, leaning against the rock face, and pressed his hand around the wound on his thigh.A pain sensation came, but there was no feeling of inflammation.>...Walking forward, Lu Ye stood high above and looked down at Song Zhuo.

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Song Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Lu Ye, "There will come a day when someone stronger than you will kill you. I'll be waiting for you on the path to the underworld!"

Even though he had cast aside all calculations and schemes, Song Zhu was a man of blood. Even on the brink of death, he showed no fear whatsoever, his expression calm and composed.

Lü Yè's long blade pressed against his chest. His voice remained calm: "Don't make it seem like I'm the villain here. All I wanted was to cultivate peacefully in Huitian Valley. It was you who forced my hand. This is all your doing!"

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With so many people dying in the Valley of Demons, everyone had at least two or three storage pouches, plus all sorts of magical artifacts they were carrying. This was a massive fortune.

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Although he hadn't investigated thoroughly, he could be certain that all the Wan Mo Ling cultivators who had entered this mine before were dead!recklessly.The battle between and the tiger, though brief, was incredibly dangerous in that instant. He was injured. Before, he had been facing off against the tiger, so he didn't have time to check...