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... Roar! Roar!

A chorus of dragon roars erupted suddenly, and instantly, those myriad streams of Sword Qi transformed into thousands of ancient battle dragons.

At the same time, they let out a furious bellow, charging directly towards Lu Qianren with a barrage of attacks.

The Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword was a treasured artifact of the dragon clan, and now in Chu Fengmian’s hands, utilizing the power of his Battle Dragon Technique, he brought forth the ultimate power of the ...

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