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"Although Mr. Qin is powerful, he must realize that among high-rank Martial Saints... there are also levels of strength!"
Once again, the old monk spoke.
Whoosh!
The gold-embossed invitation in his hand suddenly flew into Qin Zheng's hand.
He calmly opened it and scanned the lettering inside.
Qin Zheng chuckled lightly, then said, "That's fine."
Hearing this, a smile emerged on the old monk's face, and he continued, "Of course, if Mr. Qin chooses to convert..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly whisked past both sides of his face.
And in that moment, a hand carved from white jade landed on his head.
Immediately after, the increasingly cold voice of the young man across from him was heard, "Gathering them together will save me the trouble of making several trips!"
As the word fell.
Boom!!
An irresistible mighty force suddenly struck!
The old monk's head was instantly smashed into the earth beneath his feet!
