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... verwhelming force. None of the cultivators could react in time, their bodies violently exploded, flesh and blood spraying everywhere.

This scene.

Caused Shangguan Yu's expression to change.

Then,

A chill flashed in his eyes.

"Continue!"

Just then,

A loose cultivator shouted angrily, "This desolate mountain possesses the Great Saint Dao Rhythm and is fundamentally impervious to approach. Could it be that the Saint Family simply regards human ...

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