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... an instant, invisible energy ripples spread out, quickly disappearing into the void like mercury.

“Brother…”

Witnessing this scene, Yang Gang and Yang Men both revealed shocked expressions. Even they did not expect Yang Yan to be so decisive.

Others might not know, but Yang Gang and Yang Men knew that the jade tablet actually came from their patriarch.

Because he wanted to break through to the God King Stage, the patriarch had been in seclusion for ...

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