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... the Tai Ah Mountain Range and headed straight for Butterfly Valley with Tiger and the other two.

Given the speed of the Martial Dao Prime Body’s movement technique, he arrived before long.

The Martial Dao Prime Body was in no hurry to enter.

He sensed it slightly.

There were also many small valleys in Butterfly Valley.

In one of the small valleys, an extremely powerful aura was indeed faintly discernible!

The Martial Dao Prime Body took a deep breath and ...

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