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Accompanying Qin Zheng's finger was an icy cold gust of wind that swept out like a raging wave, directly colliding with Meng Rou'er's claw.

There was no sound, no vibration, and suddenly, Meng Rou'er's spiritual energy rolled back fiercely, instantly imprinting itself on her face.

"Pfft!"

Ah!

Accompanied by blood splattering