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His pair of eyes was filled with alertness! His entire body turned tense as if he were prepared to take action at any time!
However, such actions and threats looked like nothing to Mo Shiqian.
He would not care about a stage-nine warrior. Even if this young man had forcefully resisted Dou Min's attack, Mo Shiqian just felt that it was no big deal.
He raised his wrist slightly.
A gust of force attacked and caused Qiang Wanzhou's wrist to turn numb, and he unknowingly let go.
The Cloud-Sky Copper Sword directly flew forward.
Qiang Wanzhou's expression instantly turned harsh. "You—"
The moment he spoke, he felt an invisible hand clutching his neck tightly!
His voice suddenly trailed off, and his originally pale face rapidly flushed red!