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"You want to kill me with just you?" Scoundrel Monk shouted coldly. When his gaze fell on the black light, he couldn't help but reveal a greedy expression. He said, "This black light is not bad, I want it."

"Die!"

Duanmu Qing was still very calm as he spat out a cold character. His lily-white hands trembled as he activated the black lamp. Then, a black light shot out from it.

In mid-air