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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

    

. I..."Battu stammered, unsure of what to say."You demons, you deserve to die! How many have died at your hands Look at these bones, some even belong to children…"Chen Ping unleashed a killing intent,...starting to refine pills with utmost concentration. However, he would occasionally steal a glance at Chen Ping!But Chen Ping ignored Meng He completely, focusing intently on practicing his alchemy.Fiv...