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... at Emperor Zhenwu, he was still confident in escaping from Emperor Zhenwu’s grasp. Indeed, Emperor Zhenwu’s combat power was terrifying, especially since the power of the Immortal Realm had arrived in these years, elevating his strength to a level Dao Venerable Lei Ting felt he couldn’t reach.

But that was just combat strength.

If Dao Venerable Lei Ting truly intended to flee, he was confident that Emperor Zhenwu couldn’t stop him, especially in a new, unfamiliar world.

A ...

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