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Hundred Valley Mo Xuan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Shu Yanyue's neck. Anger poured out from his half-closed phoenix eyes. The cold wind blew across his face, but his voice was even colder than the wind.

"This King sees you as courting death!" Hundred Valley Mo Xuan's hand slowly tightened. With a disdainful smile, Shu Ruyue slowly raised a silver needle and pierced it into his wrist