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Facing the yellow-haired youth's provocation, the White Dragon Horse frowned.

"A mere ant." The White Dragon Horse lightly rolled its fingers and drew a cross in the air.

Mu Chen did not stop it.

He had already tried to persuade the yellow-haired youth, but he did not know what was good for him.

Now that Mu Chen had removed his position as the Heavenly King of Great Xia