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"Puff …" A yellow flame came out of Wang Xiaohu's mouth and quickly surrounded the Nascent Soul.

"Ignorant child, mere mortal fire. This Immortal doesn't even place it in my eyes …" Demon Sword Immortal Dazzling Spring's screams followed one after another before he could even finish his sentence.

"Ah, scram. What kind of flame is this …" The Profound Emperor Flame looked ordinary and ordinary