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... nd on the ground in pain, and for a short while both of them could not comprehend what just happened.


In the Stellarsky Continent, almost everyone practiced martial arts, and the school of martial arts had a well-distinguished hierarchical system. From the lowest level to the highest, it went like this: the Cast Tripod Realm, Purple Mansion Realm, then Soul Travel Realm. Among all these, each realm was split into nine stages according to the essence force accumulated. The strength st ...

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