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In the depths of Mount Kunlun, mist lingered around. With Han Yitian in one hand and the Tao Weapon in the other, Ye Hao pushed his speed to the limit. He didn't even bother wiping the blood in his mouth.

That Black-Cloaked Youth was too strong, and definitely not weaker than Shirenjian. His methods were even more strange and unpredictable, and with the strength of his Late Period of Tao Soul