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Slap.
Song Yin grabbed the arm pressed against his chest without caring whether it was tender or not and flung it forward, sending whatever was behind him high into the air, and immediately followed with a punch.
Boom!
A fierce white light burst from below to above, penetrating the sky and lingering for a long time.
"Oh... the destructive jet of white light."
Within the white light, a lazy voice tinged with pleasure and seduction murmured, "Quite peculiar, we did not bestow you with this power."
As the white light dissipated, a mesmerizing shadow was revealed.
At least Song Yin didn't see it clearly.
Even his Dharma Eye failed to discern it.
The figure before him was feminine in shape, swaying seductively, as supple as a willow, but upon closer inspection, it became voluptuous, constantly changing.
It seemed as if all the splendid fantasies a male from The Mortal Realm might have of females were embodied in this figure.
Even Song Yin was not an exception.
