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"What if I'm not willing?" Shen Qing said calmly.
"Then you will die!"
As Xue Zhao's words fell, a brilliant spiritual light suddenly erupted around him, dazzling like the rising sun.
At this moment, a wave surged behind him, and a blue Dharma Image, forged by his Primordial Spirit, appeared, wielding the might of a tsunami, and struck towards Shen Qing with a thunderous punch.
The fist shadow was enormous, like a bull, carrying immense power and sealing off all of Shen Qing's escape routes.
Facing this terrifying attack, Shen Qing did not retreat.
A fierce cold light gathered in his eyes, and his hands moved rapidly, forming seals like phantoms.
As he continuously formed seals with his hands, the spiritual energy in his vicinity boiled.
The clear sky above suddenly lit up with lightning and thunder.
Golden lightning bolts appeared out of nowhere under the sky, appearing extremely abrupt.
