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"Speak or not?"
Qin Jun's gaze intensified as he lifted his right hand, flames of the Samadhi Real Fire danced in his palm like a demon writhing, causing Nangong Yifeng's heart to palpitate inexplicably.
What kind of flame was this?
Nangong Yitian's eyes widened as if he had thought of something, and he exclaimed in shock, "Are you Ji Yongsheng? Impossible! Aren't you dead?"
Ji Yongsheng!
Once a terror that disturbed the Ancient Immortal Realm, he had fought alone against a host of immortals from the Ancient Immortal Realm and had only been subdued when Canghua Immortal Venerable intervened.
Back then, he had also participated in the genocidal war against the Holy Realm of Xuandang's great world. At that time, he was very weak, insignificant among the immortals, but the shock Ji Yongsheng had given him was still vivid in his memory.
That towering figure seemed like it would never fall, and nobody was his match.
No wonder he felt Qin Jun looked familiar.
