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... color of ink. Each of its scales appeared to be made out of fantastic iron.

Meanwhile, it was releasing wisps of fierce qi!

Strangely, a piece of a broken sword was inserted into the stone statue!

The piece of broken sword was only about one-third of the original sword!

It looked weird!

At that moment, the huge dragon appeared to be absorbing wisps of odd energy from the broken sword.

Squeak!

The gate of the holy palace was opened as three people slowly ...

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