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"I wanted to have a good fight with the Purple Cloud Pavilion in this territory, but now it seems that it won't work," Jian Wushuang thought.
The three Saint Realms had already known of his existence, so they would immediately send a large number of experts to kill him. If he stayed in the territory controlled by the Purple Cloud Pavilion, he would be courting death!
"I must leave immediately and hide my identity. I must never use the name of Heavenly Sword Marquis again." Jian Wushuang had a clear plan in his heart.
He immediately set off.
In the dark void and the dark earth, there was an ancient altar in the center. The altar was covered with all kinds of strange secret patterns.
A skinny hunchbacked old man in a black robe stood there with a black snakehead walking stick, looking down at the mysterious runes under his feet.
At this moment...whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
