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... t of Zhao Honghuang’s eyes. Chu Hao’s attack didn’t work, but half of Zhao Honghuang’s body was exploded, although he was still alive.


“Divine Technique, Boundless.”

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Although Chu Hao didn’t seem to be in a good state, he felt that he should do what he promised. Otherwise, if such a powerhouse who could almost be regarded as an Immortal-level Monarch ran away alive, it would be a big threat to Han Fei and the others.


A Monarch who had reached the peak of the ...

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