C982 Chapter 982

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The Empyrean God immediately berated, "Absurd! How could there be such a thing? "

Zhang Yang smiled coldly and said, "Unfortunately, there really is such a thing! That poor youth is me! And that rich disciple who attempted to murder me is the Sixth Prince of the past, he is already dead. "

The Heavenly God said angrily, "This is called not being able to testify