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"Scoundrels, you have no sense of martial honor!" roared an imposing older martial artist from the Ming God Clan, pointing his finger at Zhu Minglang, who was swooping down from the clouds.
"Don't panic, there aren't many from the Xuange Divine Country. They can't do anything to us!" said a woman in a red war robe, and after she spoke, she turned to the enraged burly old martial artist and said, "Elder Li, that man is the commander from the Xuange Divine Country, please handle him."
"Hmph, I know that lad, isn't he the one who used a White Dragon to beat many of God's Descendants? Of course, he can show off his might when suppressing his cultivation base, but this is not a place for your younger generations to simply 'touch and go' in combat!" said the irritable elder in a black silver battle robe.
Having said this, the elder in the black silver battle robe suddenly leapt into the air with the power of his legs, charging straight into the sky.
