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... fears on their faces, and the feeling of the rest of their lives made their legs weak.

   After they calmed down, they were deeply curious, what happened to Sword God Realm?

   However, before anyone could figure out what was going on, Bei Gongxue and No. 1 Wentian had disappeared into the boundless Sword God Realm.

  So, except for the two of them, no one knows what happened in this area.

  …

   However, what the two of them didn't know was that shortly after ...

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