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As the electricity in his heart raced, Grass Mustang clenched the "Ghost Tongue" in his hands tightly as he abruptly waved his blade, forcing both Zhang Han and Zuo Qiang, who had just broken through their defense lines, to retreat.

With the help of this short pause, Grass Mustard quickly retreated. As his feet drifted in the air, his broadsword drew many beautiful yet tight saber curtains