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Peony's face was cold. A diamond dart flew out from her hand as Leng Bing cried out in alarm.

Before she could turn around, she heard a loud cry of pain. Peony had already pulled over Leng Bing's hand and hid it behind her back, raising a short whip in her hand. With a shake of her right wrist, the short whip turned into a metallic whip and was flung towards the two in the shadows