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... "I come from the Nine Palaces of Yanfu State."

"I'm only one step away from entering the Taboo Sequence, dare you wait for me to complete my breakthrough and then battle with me for three hundred rounds!"

"I've already made the breakthrough, that's why I am standing here, and you are lying here."

After several rounds of confrontation, Senluo was thoroughly defeated and fell silent.

Although located in different continents, he had heard of the six major O ...

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