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At the center of the overwhelming pressure where Su Chen stood, he remained unflinching, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.
Just then, the figure in the purple robe flashed, immediately darting towards Su Chen like a lingering shadow.
Somehow, a whip had appeared in his hand, about two meters long, wrapped in cowhide with a layer of small steel rings encircling it.
Just looking at such a whip was enough to send a shiver down one's spine, let alone the damage it would inflict upon striking flesh—a guarantee of skin tearing and flesh bursting!
What was even more terrifying was that three sharp hooks dangled from the tail end of the whip!
Suddenly, the man in the purple robe lashed out with the whip toward Su Chen, its trajectory incredibly strange!
The whip tore through the air, bringing forth a burst of strong wind and crackling sounds as True Yuan radiated from it, casting a faint milky glow.