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In Zhongzhou territory,
among the clouds thousands of miles beyond the colossal island,
Zhang Han stood in confrontation with the middle-aged man who claimed to be the Head of the Mingxian Holy Sect, one of Zhongzhou's Hidden Sects.
Although the man had professed no ill will, Zhang Han had not let his guard down and remained amidst countless Great Formations.
Within the Great Formations, he inherently had an unbeatable position.
No matter what the other's intentions were, he need not fear.
"Head of the Mingxian Holy Sect, as far as I recall, there has been no interaction between us, right? May I ask why you are here, senior?"
Standing in the center of the Great Formation, Zhang Han, using himself as the Array Heart, spoke indifferently.
Mana empowered his voice, which passed through the layers of Great Formations and reached the ears of the middle-aged man, Chu Tianhen.
