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"Why are you all looking at me? Don't mind me," Yi Chen smiled wryly at everyone.
While others were observing him, he, naturally, was also observing them.
In the towering ancient hall that over a hundred meters high, the ground was a mess, with several strange combat puppet remnants scattered about, their cut surfaces smooth and even as if sliced apart by a sharp weapon at an extremely high speed.
At this moment, there clearly existed four groups of people, all with astonishing aura.
The man in the serpentine robe with double pupils was naturally Fu Canglong, whose sleeves flew off without a trace, and his hair was disheveled, looking slightly embarrassed, yet he still carried an extraordinary demeanor.
The second was the gorgeously dressed beauty, Li Xianzi, with a green sword that moved around her like a dragon, her beautiful eyes fraught with a murderous look.
