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The altar's solemn deity statue was enveloped in swirling incense smoke.
The slightly slender figure of a young man stood silently, his palm stained with blood resting on the hilt of his blade.
The blade that seemed to be drawn unhurriedly had in fact, in the blink of an eye, plunged into the abdomen of Jiao Jun, the fifth prince, with a burst of blue light immediately following!
Clothes and flesh split soundlessly.
Shen Yi reached out to pull out the Jiao pearl, casually tossing the other's body out of the temple.
The middle-aged man's large frame, within a few breaths, transformed into a hundred-zhang-long Jiao dragon's body, crashing to the ground, convulsing on the mountainside like an injured loach.
"You may continue."
Shen Yi nodded his head, he might not believe in gods, but he could understand the helplessness of these people.
