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Patriarch Sima in a black robe, with a stern face, didn’t even glance at Ling Zixiao, directly raised his hand, his Pseudo-Dan Level Mana Spiritual Pressure spreading, and struck towards the merchant convoy with a palm.
"Boom!"
With a casual strike from the False Core Immortal, the mana surged like a mountain torrent, forming the outline of a giant palm.
"Hmph!"
Not far away, the tall and sturdy Lu Ping’an snorted coldly, leaving an afterimage in his or ...
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