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Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang watched with wide eyes as the soul body of Wangze Holy Emperor charged toward his own face.
"Walked right into the trap?"
His lips curled into a smirk, he didn't even need to think, the contingency plan—an escape route for Rao Wangze and subconscious responses during battle—flashed through his mind.
With a "boom," the Hand of Hungry Ghost burst forth from the gate of hell, but it wasn't reaching for where the soul body of Wangze Holy Emperor should have exploded forth.
One hand, split into two parts.
One part positioned in front of him, using thirty percent of its strength, just in case Wangze Holy Emperor changed his mind and decided to attempt a Possession.
Though, of course, Wangze Holy Emperor must surely disdain taking over such a physique.
Holy Emperors, from the bottom of their hearts, look down upon all others, regardless of whether their physiques are powerful or not.
But what if?