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Chapter 242: A Pawn

    

old man was shocked and quickly retreated.The other black-silver robed figures hurriedly retreated as well, but streaks of sword qi, like raindrops, still rained down upon them!They had no choice but...directly stepped inside!Seeing this, all the disciples of the Second Elder's lineage retreated one after another, none dared to stop him. They were all intimidated by Chen Ping's aura!"Kuang Biao, you...