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... d the Sun Monarch!?" Ye Chen revealed a look of shock.

No need to mention anything else, just this title alone was enough to astound the world, for how could the person capable of teaching two extraordinary monarchs be an ordinary individual? They must absolutely be a peerless being of their generation.

The Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor, unusually free from frivolity, solemnly said, "Naturally, the person capable of teaching the two great monarchs of Yin and Yang must be terrifyi ...

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