The sound wasn't loud, but how could a Titled Douluo not hear it?
Ning Fengzhi coughed twice with an unnatural look on his face and did not answer the question.
Jian Douluo's face turned green. He glared at Huo Yuhao in front of him and snorted coldly.
He raised his hand and made a fist, and a three-foot-long pure silver sword without any decoration appeared in his hand.
Chen Xin pursed her lips and still reminded.
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