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"Rustle! Rustle!"

As he spoke, countless flying daggers were already in use in the Miao dajiang's hands, roaming around rapidly between his hands, as though he would be thrown towards the head of the Ye Cheng and pulverize it at any time.

"A thousand cuts? I'm afraid you are already very happy! "

Ye Cheng returned a similar cold smile. Then, under everyone's gaze, he slowly stood up