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Ji Ning's six divine swords, Purple Light Qiong, were all swung forward. Wherever they passed, the rumbling and crushing space was trembling and twisting. It traced a curve. It seemed slow, but its power continued to surge. He climbed directly to the top, and then directly collided head-on with the huge rock hand split by the volcano giant....