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"What did you say!? Who has perished in their cultivation path!"
Yang Shi grabbed a Loose Cultivator who had just entered the city, clutching his Daoist robe tightly, the veins on his hands bulging as he exerted the Dragon Tiger Power.
The Loose Cultivator at the Fetal Breathing seventh layer was hoisted into the air like a chick, completely powerless to resist.
"Speak!"
Yang Shi's gaze was fierce, completely lacking his usual benevolent demeanor.
"Don't... don't hit me! It's Bai Heyu of Xuan Stone Sect, the one who comes to Qingshi County Workshop every year." The Loose Cultivator, somewhat scared by Yang Shi's demeanor, even took out his Protective Magical Artifact.
"Where did you get this information?"
