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Having reached this point, there was no longer any need for restraint.
Killing the Demon Lord was the only way they could possibly compete for the leadership of the divine sects; otherwise, all fantasies were like flowers in the water, the moon in the mirror, meaningless.
At such a time, the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect could no longer bear it. He hated Fang Yang the most and his enmity with Fang Yang was also the deepest. How could he tolerate Fang Yang's continued arrogance?
So, under the watchful eyes of all, he stretched out his palm and placed it on his wife's forehead. His palm buzzed and trembled, streams of breath spurted from the Sect Master's wife's forehead and entered his body, making his gaze grow colder and colder.
Behind him, a huge dharma image appeared.
This dharma image was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, standing in the air like an Evil God.
Above its head, four leaves were continuously blossoming.
