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... ots always have to pick on us grassroots cultivators?"
The cultivators gathered in the corner of the arena hesitated not a moment longer and leaped down from the stage; in an instant, figures flickered everywhere, plummeting down like a hail of dumplings.
Below the arena, the onlooking crowd scattered like the tide, desperate to get out of the way.
Most of them had not reached the Nascent Soul Stage; if they were caught in the hammer's wake, they would likely lose their l ...
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