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At the Foot of Wudang Mountain - Part I.
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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"The look in his eyes is like a tiger's, I recognize that look!" muttered Xia Mu frantically.

On the night of the attack in the hallway on the young man who won the Hundred Talisman Manual auction, Xia Mu sat some distance away. But he could not forget that cold look in his eyes and that deadly aura.

"That young man in the hallway!" hissed Xia Mu. He no longer had time to escape. The only way was to attack first before being attacked.

SUIIT.

A whistling sound rang out as Xia Mu stopped the foot strike and turned his palm into an eagle claw, ready to smash into the Priest's skull.

"Die!" shouted Xia Mu encouragingly to himself. His expression turned evil.

However, unfortunately, a thousand pities. I don't know how, but the figure of the priest had already lifted his two legs and floated, but his head seemed to be at the same level as Xia Mu's eyes. He stared coldly while flashing a mocking smile.

Just then, the Eagle Claw Xia Mu launched escaped and hit empty air, as the priest muttere
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