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... tly shuddered and his fingers dug into his palms.

That scene had been so overwhelming and dazzling. A single hand that could envelop the sky itself, pulsing with almighty power that could destroy the world.

Lin Xun had been shaken to the core. He never knew that such power could exist in this world.

It was practically akin to a god of legends descending upon the mortal realm. A being of miraculous and immeasurable power, who could easily pluck the stars from the sky and refine ...

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