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The metal rod in his hand swung out, but he couldn't help but retreat.

"Rumble …"

A violent gust of wind rushed over. It was as if his wrist was being clamped down by an iron pincer. Uncle Dong Mu Chen's furious figure suddenly appeared. He extended his right hand and placed his palm on the Bai Wei's neck.

Looking at the pair of eyes that were brimming with rage