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Muxiao grew increasingly frightened as he thought about it—the mission this time was destined to fail. He had to return to the Imperishable Temple immediately and report everything.
Plans had changed, and he must adjust his actions.
He might even need that one to intervene personally to achieve the goal!
As Muxiao thought of this, the whip in his hand suddenly shattered, transforming into a terrifying force that broke through Tian Zi's blockade. His form flickered, and he vanished in an instant.
"Since you're here, why rush to leave? With such a strong hostility, why not come to my Daoist Ancestor and sweep the ground a bit, to calm your hostility?"
A faint voice came through.
Muxiao's expression changed wildly, and before he could react, he abruptly felt a tight grip enveloping him.
Like a grasshopper caught in a single hand, it felt as if his bones would shatter at any moment. In an instant, he couldn't muster any strength.
Life and death were out of his hands!
