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Xie Jiuhan rolled on the ground and spat out the blood in his mouth. "Continue!"

The Sword God couldn't help but say, "Lord Phoenix, why are you doing this?!"

Xie Jiuhan was doing self-harm. The Sword God's heart beat rapidly. Xie Jiuhan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. After being punched by the Sword God dozens of times, his body finally started to hurt. However, this was not enough. How could the pain he felt compare to the one percent of pain Feng Qing had obtained from him? The pain and intense exercise made Xie Jiuhan's entire body drenched in sweat. His hair was also wet and stuck to his scalp, giving him the sunny beauty of a sports boy.

Xie Jiuhan took two deep breaths and shouted, "Again!"