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Chapter 735 The Arabian Nights Tang Junming

The White-bearded Peach Holy Guard nodded quickly and said, "It's not just these things, in the strange universe dominated by technology, but also the super-large screen movies, various interesting entertainment tools, modern high-rise buildings, wireless networks all over the world, and countless games..."

"It's such a wonderful and interesting world, there should be a lot of fun things." Lord Han said: "But you are really useless. After tens of thousands of years of development, you can't even beat a world where spiritual energy has just recovered for more than a hundred years, and you almost destroyed the clan by others. Are you here to embarrass us to train us?"

The White-bearded Peach Holy Guard knelt down on the ground: "Mr. Han, we didn't expect that the backlash of the Blue Star Universe is so powerful. We are about to capture the Blue Star Universe. We didn't expect that the Blue Star Universe would cultivate a son of fate in just a few years. The cultivation speed is simply terrifying. After just a few years of cultivation, we can catch up with the accumulation of our Xuan Blood Clan for ten thousand years, and this will be a complete failure."

"In a few years, I have been promoted from being powerless to a despicable existence comparable to the Ding Realm. Do you think you can believe this?" Lord Han sneered: "Even the eldest prince with the strongest talent and qualifications in our Dragon Blood Empire has taken a hundred years from the beginning of cultivation to the breakthrough to the Ding Realm. You think that such a shocking monster can be born in a mere small universe that has just begun to revive spiritual energy."

"This...this..." The White-bearded Peach Holy Guard couldn't speak for a moment. In fact, to be honest, he was also somewhat suspicious of the information obtained by the Xuanxue clan a hundred years ago. After all, he broke from level one to comparable to the Ding Realm in just a few years, which was even more fantasy than a fantasy.

However, according to the information obtained by the Xuanxue clan in all aspects, Tang Junming's cultivation time was indeed only a few years, and even a few years were still a little longer, and the exact cultivation time was only about one year.

But if it said that, I'm afraid Lord Han in front of him would kick it away directly. It's been unbelievable for a few years, let alone more than a year.

Looking at the white-bearded and peach Holy Guard who couldn't speak, Lord Han snorted coldly: "It's indeed a group of waste. Even the accurate information of the enemy is unclear. No wonder he will be defeated. When you get the Xuanxue Island back, your Xuanxue Clan will stop thinking about guarding Xuanxue Island. Get down."

"Yes, yes." The white-bearded Peach Holy Guard and another bloodthirsty ape retreated with bitter faces, and wanted to defend themselves for a few more words, but after thinking about it, they still didn't say anything.

When the two bloodthirsty apes left, Lord Han said: "The Empire gave them ten thousand years to enjoy the Xuanxue Island. As a result, even a real Ding Realm practitioner could not be cultivated for such a long time. Instead, he lost the Xuanxue Island and was embarrassed to ask the Empire for help. It was shameless."

"If these damn monkeys did not cultivate enough blood semen stones after rushing to Xuanxue Island this time, I must kill them as a punishment for these wastes."
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