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... ved at the destination - Immortal World was not concealed, and soon reached the ears of Immortal Sword Sect.

For a moment, Xianjianzong was furious.

They never expected that Zhou Xuan's strength would have reached such an unbelievable height in just a thousand years.

"Since he can kill so many of us, he must have touched the threshold of the Immortal King."

"His growth rate is too fast. If this continues, he will be a big threat. He must die."

"Decree, go ...

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