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"Halt, scoundrel!"

Wang Xiaohu was riding his Lightning Leopard. His speed was definitely not comparable to an early Foundation Establishment cultivator. He did not even need Wang Xiaohu to speak before Dahei knew which target was next!

"Swish!"

"Shua!"

A sword strike for a person, he would definitely not drag his feet!

"Ah!" They're all pigs