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... it’s… the Silver Horned King?” Su Jin was a little taken aback, because this demon was one that his entire country would recognize. It was the Silver Horned King from Journey to the West.

The Silver Horned King thrust the sword in his hand toward Su Jin, but instead of dodging, Su Jin stretched his arm toward it. Or rather, Su Jin raised one finger and successfully blocked the sword coming his way.

“A Rank A demon?” Su Jin wasn’t sure if the Silver Horned King was a Rank A demon ...

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