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... g Sword flew across the sky, and thunder roared. As the Divine Thunder Imperial Edict was executed, the huge humanoid shadow that resembled a ghost shattered loudly into nothingness.

Zhou Heng flicked his sword fingers, and the Purple Lightning Sword returned from the sky. Looking at the place where the shadow had been destroyed, he furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, “This thing’s strength is no joke. It has surpassed the strongest among those at the Peak of the Seventh Rank an ...

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