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... ie were to win, the divine spirits who would be expelled would not be limited to just Tai Yi Hundun.

Ultimate Emperor of the Ninth Pole frowned and said, "Main God, what is your relationship with Celestial Authority Demon Star?"

Fate's Main God spoke thus, leaving him no room for further thought.

In response to his query, Fate's Main God chuckled and said, "If you knew his true identity, you would be scared to death. Not to mention Su Yie, Emperor Su is also an existence ...

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