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“It’s almost done.”
Lin Yuan sheathed the True Martial Sword.
With those few strikes, at least ninety-nine percent of the thousands of the Demon Crowd surrounding Dragon Tiger Mountain had died.
Lin Yuan turned around and walked towards the Celestial Master Mansion’s group.
“Mountains… Heavenly Master…”
The Pingyang Taoist and Taoist Cangqing’s hands trembled, their old tears flowing freely.
This was the Heavenly Master, after all. For the fir ...
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