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... Sword of Slaying Immortals’ radiant light swept across, circling the neck of the Prison-Suppressing King, whose head instantaneously left his body.
Dark Cloud Immortal opened his mouth wide, and a tremendous energy wave shattered the head of the Prison-Suppressing King into dust, along with the Primordial Spirit inside the skull.
"Good, good!"
Ksitigarbha’s figure appeared, standing opposite Wang Yang, his face no longer calm as before, now twisted with ferocity, "Wang Y ...
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