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Chapter 145: The Fake Table
, blindingly bright that it even outshone the sun.Boom…The overwhelming aura began to cause the platform to collapse, Chen Ping's body rapidly falling. The entire venue was filled with smoke and dust,..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..." this and could only smile, following along!"Listen here, kid. Don't try any tricks. Your father is only at the peak of the Golden Core realm. My brother here is a Nascent Soul cultivator!"Sesame Seed...