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In an instant, Qian Li's figure appeared, a ten-colored holy judgment sword in his hand as he stood above the void!

His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's!

(???益???) "You, surnamed Jiang! You've got some nerve, huh?"

Even though Jiang Fan's body had just been shattered by his sword, Qian Li continued speaking as if nothing had happened...

In that stretch of starry sky, a dim star lit up faintly. It was the Time Star!

Time in the area began to flow backward, rewinding!

Jiang Fan's body, which had been disintegrated into energy by that single sword strike, steadily reformed!

It was as if someone had pressed the rewind button!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan's body reappeared. He rolled his neck.

"I'm only doing what I want to do. As expected... there are still one or two capable fighters among the Bose Race!"

"Looks like I'll have to put in a little effort!"

Qian Li sneered. "You're just as confident, arrogant, and conceited as you were over three thousand years ago!"

"You really think you're invincible, don't you? You dare stir up trouble right under our noses?"

"Have you really forgotten what death means?"

Jiang Fan smiled instead. "You do have some strength, but you still don't dare say my name, do you?"

"What is my name? Do you dare call it?"

Qian Li's expression stiffened, but he still sneered. "I've no interest in naming a man who's about to die!"

"Know this? I've stood at the summit for far, far too long. I've drawn my sword and looked all around, yet no one has ever been my match. The world fears the edge of my sword, Qian Li!"

"So I've kept my sword sheathed until now, concealing its sharpness. In this Thousand Star Era, there's