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... The sword qi pierced through every corner of his body. The impurities in his blood, meridians, and Spirit Bone were pushed out bit by bit. The cleansing body became even more perfect, like a bright jade!

These impurities turned into sweat. Every time he struck the bell, they splattered and exploded from the bell wave. They exploded into mist, making An Le look like an immortal!

An Le could feel his Body Tempering cultivation constantly rising!

His body, which had been enhanc ...

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