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... not about to let Emperor Wukong go. The Xingtian Hammer in his hand swept toward Emperor Wukong's head.
"You are Xing Pan…"
Emperor Wukong had just uttered these words when he felt a mottled Dao Rhythm surge into his Purple Mansion, merging with his own Great Dao Rhythm.
This oppressive Great Dao Rhythm was something Emperor Wukong had himself arranged to plot against Xing Pan, but now it was blasting into his own body, turning his face pale.
He had to escape quic ...
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