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... lowing force, it directly confined the Black Crow Saint Heir on the spot.
The Black Crow Saint Heir’s expression was filled with terror.
Continuously struggling, he also continuously pleaded for help, saying, “Save me, Sect Master, save me.”
"Noisy,” came a cold snort from nearby.
"The entrance is the trial of the Sermon Hall, no one is allowed to interfere.
Otherwise, they will be enemies of the five great forces.”
The crowd looked towards the spe ...
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