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"Dari Swordsman?"
Aboard the battleship, Xu Qiwu's expression was gloom.
There was no room for maneuvering.
This was the Small World of Xianmen, where could one possibly maneuver to?
"Daoist Yingxi, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, what are you trying to do?" he said resentfully. "By dragging me down, do you really think you can survive?"
A grey-blue Escaping Light, with three hundred and sixty Air-Space Warplanes roaring in from behind, ten Army Formations, the imposing aura of ten Gold Pills pressuring from afar, already closing within a two hundred kilometer radius.
"I was only tasked with exterminating Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators for the Xianmen Sect before, with no intent to attack anyone else," Xu Qiwu said coldly. "Since you juniors have taken the initiative to attack, I have no choice but to defend myself."
Boom!