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"Let go of me!" Dongfang Xiamo writhed helplessly in midair. As a mere Level-two Origin Martial Cultivator, she couldn't budge Xue Lang's arm in the slightest.

Xue Lang, already provoked, tightened his grip, causing Dongfang Xiamo's face to flush a deeper shade of red.

"Hold on, I'll take care of this little lady."

Chairman Ma, who had been spectating with interest, sauntered over