Translator: Aran

  Using this type of move, those who were not yet at the Spirit spring stage were sure to die.

  A cold smile finally appeared on Qin Wushuang’s face. He was about to say a few words when he suddenly noticed something. He frowned, his eyebrows like zagged lightning, carefully examining below.

  Suddenly—-

  Xiu!

  A black spear shot up towards the sky.

  As if it was a black killing bolt of lightning.

  This spear came too abruptly.

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