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... a victory, but ... a victory!

No suspense!

A victorious victory as autumn leaves sweep away!

In terms of Xiao Han, one soldier and one general were not harmed, while Tianyimen, a lower-level fairy emperor, almost completely fell, and 10, 9 true immortals, and very few. Even the entire altar of Tian Yimen has now collapsed, and hundreds of thousands of disciples have all been scattered.

After getting such a result, Xiao Han was also very satisfied. Immediately, after ...

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