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... rised and joyous.


Even if he couldn’t see the true Imperial Six God Records, just the few martial path techniques which came out from them could allow him to peak a few secrets into the true one.


He would just compare them to deduce the pros and cons of it.


To him, the value of the scrolls were far more valuable than that essence stone.


If he could further perfect his Six God Defensive Knife Technique and then used the wings to buff it, when he use ...

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