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"Not worth worrying about, huh..."
Hearing Su Taijiu's words, Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes.
"The Heavenly Tribulation comes for you, and you think you can use its might to kill me? What a fool's dream!" Su Taijiu sneered coldly, looking at Mo Wangchen as if he were a dead man.
"I never said that the Heavenly Tribulation was aimed at me..."
Mo Wangchen, however, merely smiled faintly, showing an exceedingly radiant smile on his face.
"What do you mean?"
Su Taijiu frowned, his eyes narrowing as he snorted coldly, "Mystifying nonsense!"
Just as he finished speaking, Mo Wangchen flipped his palm, and a purple pill appeared in his hand.
The pill was the size of a thumb, perfectly round, with faint streaks of thunder entwining it.
This was a Thunder Tribulation Pill!
It was refined by Mo Wangchen after he left the mountain gate of the Yao Clan and returned to Yan City.
Crack!