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"Die!"

Jiu Muli shouted coldly. A terrifying vitality and aura of death rushed out from the Zhuang Zhou's Butterfly Astral Soul, transforming into a flood with the Dark Snow Blade as the center.

"You ant, how dare you be so impudent!"

The young saint sneered, a strange bell appeared in his hands, bringing with it a berserk sound wave, wanting to suppress Jiu Muli here