820 The Ten Generals Make Their Entrance 4yr

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Although this Crispy Noodles Dao Monarch clone had its own consciousness, its memories were synchronized with Wang Ling's.
Thus, when the clone's palm hit Su Xing's, sect leader of the Dust-level Palm Sect, this memory was also transmitted to Wang Ling.
It was an evenly-matched collision of palms. The moment they met, a powerful wind was kicked up, as if from a huge mountain collapsing, and the pressure surged out in all directions from the arena like an ocean tide. Many people couldn't help toppling backward under this formidable wave.
No one thought that a mere sect leader of a Dust-level sect would be strong enough to fight Crispy Noodles Dao Monarch head-on… and furthermore force him to respond to his strike…
No one thought that the first-class holy artifact grand prize would ultimately be won by this Dust-level sect leader.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had said earlier to throw the match, but the truth was that Su Xing had won fair and square. Even though his palm strike