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"Then exchange those three major Buddhist Divine Skills for me!"

Wang Hao sighed and finally realized whose influence had nurtured his self-loving bad habit.

The system screamed MMP in its heart. Who had corrupted whom exactly? Did this guy not have an inkling of what's at stake?

Just then, Taixu's voice, cold to the extreme, sounded, "Tang Sanzang, your life is forfeit!"

Wang Hao's body shuddered violently as an invisible aura bound him, tearing at his body incessantly. In mere seconds, it could rip him apart limb from limb.

A trace of joy surfaced on Taixu's face. Tang Sanzang's strong defense was limited; as soon as it exceeded that limit, he could be injured and even killed.

In this way, he could quickly eliminate the Demon King and immediately withdraw the Forbidden Technique, saving himself from death.

Wang Hao shouted in agony, "Hurry up, will you? Do you really want to watch me get torn apart?!"