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... ue Meng's voice seemed to have drained all his strength and pride. He closed his eyes abruptly, his cheeks hot and wet.

"Stop fighting ..."

But it was like a prairie fire. It was easy to burn but difficult to extinguish. The Dan Xin Palace was full of dead and injured people after a chaotic battle. The blood of these people was like hot oil, igniting their hatred and madness to the extreme. For a moment, not many people listened to Xue Meng's roar or Xue Zhengyong's sigh.

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