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In an instant, Lin Xun's field of vision darkened. An enormous, wrinkled hand was looming overhead with an energy so powerful that it suffocated him. He could keenly sense the deadly danger it carried.
Meng Shan had struck! The old man had already seethed with fury after witnessing Yan Tu’s death, so when his two other disciples were put in mortal danger, he could no longer control himself and intervened.
“This is a dispute among juniors. Why are you so angry over it, Fellow Daoist?” echoed a calm voice as Mo Lanshan appeared out of thin air and waved his hand.
Boom!
The region quaked, and the enormous ancient hand in the void dissipated. Mo Lanshan had teleported Lin Xun to a distant location in the meantime.
Looking back, Meng Shan was radiating immortal light, and his once aged appearance had suddenly turned into that of a powerful man with ink-black hair and a big, sturdy build. The killing intent emanating from him caused the sky to grow dim and look like it was about to collapse.
“You killed a disciple or ours and expect me not to be angry?” said Meng Shan icily. “Mo Lanshan, hand over that brat, and I will...
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