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... ’er.
At this moment, the golden figure, facing such an overbearing blade, did not dodge or evade; instead, a single finger pointed straight up.
With that one finger, the entire space seemed to collapse, and Mo Qingtian’s seemingly terrifying blade light was instantly devoured upon contact.
"What? How is this possible?"
At this moment, Mo Qingtian in the air was already a bit shocked. This golden figure, clearly formed from a wisp of divine sense, if it truly disso ...
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