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I Taught My Seniors A Lesson

Several minutes passed and Zi Zhou, Wen Rou, and Yun Feng were badly beaten up, lying on the ground of the sect master’s courtyard.

If not for the fact that the sect master was overseeing it and Wushu Shengli retracted his spiritual qi, if any of the elders saw this, they might have thought that the three senior lead disciples were beaten up by hostile forces and delivered to the courtyard of the sect master as a provocation.

The three senior lead disciples despite their injuries and the excruciating pain that they felt in their body, they were still retained their consciousness. Or to be specific, Wushu Shengli made sure that they were conscious during his beating. Otherwise, there was no point in beating them up if they couldn’t feel it while they were unconscious.

Zi Zhou, Wen Rou, and Yun Feng’s purple cultivation robes were covered in blood. They looked like badly beaten beggars since their cultivation robes were in bad condition which showed how ruthless Wushu Shengli was.

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