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For some reason, under Xue Qing's gaze, Lin San actually felt a deep sense of fear, as if all of this was really possible.

The black-clothed demonic cultivator raised his whip high into the air and viciously lashed at Xue Qing. Xue Qing let out a muffled groan as she smacked the ground. She quietly waited while her eyes inexplicably lit up