Before them stood a Spirit Alchemist capable of refining third-grade spirit pills. This meant he had achieved the third grade himself—a rank of terrifying rarity. The second-grade Soul Masters of the Azure Misty Sect would have bowed their heads before him, addressing themselves as disciples. This was a peerless, intimidating powerhouse. If Zhu Fengrui didn't seize this moment, he deserved to languish at the bottom of the martial world
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