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"Primordial King Zhou Dao!?"
In the Void, the immense hand formed by boundless magical power seemed to have anticipated the arrival of this formidable enemy.
Green Willow Villa was trembling on the verge of collapse, like a fragile boat amid raging waves, ready to be annihilated at any moment.
The sky-reaching hand abruptly halted, surprisingly not fleeing, as if it were waiting for Zhou Dao.
"Impressive courage."
With a light shout from Zhou Dao, the fabric of the void fragmented, chaotic streams swirled, turning into a faint glimmer that traced bizarre patterns within Qiankun, as if splitting Yin and Yang, with a vast sword intent soaring into the sky, threatening to tear the canopy of the Sky apart.
"Mayfly Swords!?"
Jiang Yuan's eyes focused sharply, recognizing Zhou Dao's signature move—a peerless sword skill left by the Previous Generation Yuan King, known as the crown of the present age.