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... enguang. Although he didn't have much of a reputation as a Sea of Soul realm Master in the continent, he wasn't far off from the peak Masters. The two of them were not his match. But, even more importantly, he was the Yellow Dragon Hall Master. When it came to Ye Chen, one could still say that he was not a person of Dragon God Palace. However, the former was clearly one, and a high level one at that—one of the five Hall Masters.


Zhang Zhenguang glanced at Ye Chen and said, "Then what's ...

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