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On a summit of Kunlun Mountain,
a Rolls-Royce luxury car was parked there. Beside the car, Zhang Jinlong’s five fingers became claws, clutching Li Jin Yan’s throat with one hand and using her as a hostage to threaten the purple-robed figure in front of him.
This purple-robed Taoist had such an overpowering cultivation that Zhang Jinlong’s complexion was ashen.
At this moment, his fingers were tightly gripping Li Jin ...
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