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Upon hearing the crowd's murmurs, Deng Zucheng let out a hearty laugh and taunted, "Han Binn, did you catch that? Today, there's no one to come to your rescue. Dying at the hands of the Black Blood Vine should be an honor for you." As he spoke, he bit into his palm, and a drop of blood emerged, enveloped in Spiritual Power and hovering above his fingertip. With a swift gesture towards the vine