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"Today, all of you will die here."

Bai Yuqi grabbed Feng Shaoyan's black hair, his hair was tangled in his hands. Feng Shaoyan was in pain, so he could only lift his head up high, exposing a flawless neck.

The cold blade was already pressed against Feng Shaoyan's neck.

For a sword like this, all it needed was a light slash to end Feng Shaoyan's life.

However