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"Stop!"
Before the cultivator in the green robe and the older cultivator could make a move, Wang Chen, holding the True Form Chart of the Mystical Mirage Dragon aloft, said in a chilling tone, "If you don't want your little sister to turn into an Evil Wraith, then stop where you are!"
The cultivator in the green robe had just summoned a golden mace, about to strike at Wang Chen.
However, upon hearing Wang Chen's words, he forcibly stopped in mid-motion, nearly spitting out blood!
He clutched the magical treasure in his hand tightly and asked with hatred, "What do you want?"
Wang Chen slightly smiled.
Although the other party was ferocious in speech, this tone was already a sign of weakness.
It indicated that he had just caught a trump card!
Is this guy a simpering lackey or what?
He must be!
Wang Chen's mind was clear, and he immediately put on a stern face, "What do I want? I should be asking you, what are you trying to do?"
