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The soft whip was in my hand, but when I saw Zisang Ming's face, I no longer had the strength to pull it out, as if a hand was fighting with me for control of the soft whip.

"Zisang Ming," I looked at him seriously. "You, go back."

As expected, I still couldn't say anything more serious. Killing should be the easiest for me. It's not like I haven't killed millions of lives on the battlefield