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... p>That was the real starlight splendor.


They weren’t the resplendent stars Guo Pingrong could only summon with the unique starlight splendor weapon, but brilliant specks that scattered from each move and turn of his body. They shot toward eternity from far away, with an irresistible natural force. He controlled the whole situation at his own pace.


It was dream-like.


A deep, intoxicated and unbreakable dream.


After the 400th move…


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