Chen Ping’s gaze turned icy. Without further words, he joined his fingers like a sword and lightly slashed. Sss. Zhan E’s head soared into the sky. His headless corpse plummeted from the air. Until death, his face still bore that twisted, maniacal smile. The Palace Lord of the Evil Dao Palace, third grade Upper Immortal…
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