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Xiao Jiu did not come the second day.

Zhou Ping'an's Tidal Breathing Technique still hadn't stopped.

He didn't feel tired at all.

He had spent a whole day and night taking all eight Duangu Pills he had pilfered from the Fiery Flame Messenger.

And he felt his bones breaking and reassembling piece by piece.

The bone tempering was underway.

He had purposely found an iron rod as thick as a child's arm and gradually ...

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