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編輯: Henyee Translations

For elites, regrowing a severed arm was not a big deal, but Ling Han doing such a thing was to tell them that he had no scruples. He dared to tear off his arm now, and he would dare twist off his head next!

"What do you want?" the Zhao Tribe chief asked coldly, and they could clearly feel that he had seriously been angered by now.

Once they managed to retrieve the hostages, he would kill Ling Han!

…The war with the Lang Tribe could be set aside first; the Zhao Tribe had never been bullied like this by anyone before. If their anger could not be vented, then there would be no need for their survival any longer.

The other elders also had the same thoughts. 'You can be as arrogant as you like now, but you will definitely be crying later.'

Ling Han thought for a moment, and then answered, "10 Saintly medicines!"

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