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... his seat..."

Su Zhuonian slammed his hand and the golden corpse turned into a residual image. The second half of the purple scorpion was directly killed in the throat.

"You are a big demon who has lived for countless years, but... this trick of delaying time is too low-end, let alone the old man, a slightly visible monk, can easily see the flaws."

Su Zhuoian's tone is not too slow, and his hands and fingers are flexible and beating into a residual image. On each fingertip, t ...

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