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... of Tianyezong, and now the identity used is straightforward to illustrate the Mahayana period.

That is the Mahayana period. He doesn't have to bother with it. He can crush them with one finger.

Some of the clever practitioners in the field have begun to step back, ensuring that they have room to escape once the two sides fight.

However, the Emperor of Heaven’s sects did not mean to rival Wei Mingyan.

Today is only a test between juniors. The lord of Tianye Zong is onl ...

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