Binding

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"Impossible!"

"I can't believe that you, an Immortal Saint, can be more powerful than me!"

"Fight!"

Xuan Master's eyes were bloodshot, and he was full of fighting spirit. His low voice echoed throughout the hundred-battle arena. At this moment, he was like a furious beast, charging out directly. Wherever he passed, his evil spirit soared to the sky.

Jian Wushuang's eyes darkened, and he immediately went up to meet him.

The two once again engaged in fierce battle in the hundred battle arena.

This time, both of them displayed their respective skills.

Xuan Master held his spear with one hand. The dark purple spear let out a terrifying whistling sound, piercing through heaven and earth. The cold tip of the spear casually slashed out, easily tearing the space apart like a battle saber. The successive spikes were like numerous stars, it illuminated the void...