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Chapter 1161: Soaring Prices
, Lǐ Chén still felt an inexplicable gust of wind rising from Sānbǎo's palm.The courtyard gate, along with the entire entrance hall, was struck as if by a colossal force. A deafening boom reverberated...lefield, then I disagree! My tens of thousands of soldiers disagree! These scars on my body disagree!Su Pingbei's voice grew louder and louder, until in the end, he was almost shouting at the top of h...