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But no matter how fast Baili Yin was, he couldn't be faster than the 40 meter dragonslaying knife in Qin Sheng's hand.

"Clangclangclang ~ ~"

A shiny dragonslaying knife was pressed against Baili Yin's neck. The blade didn't even need to be polished, it was already incomparably sharp. The black poisonous fog made Baili Yin hold his breath, and he didn't dare breathe again.

"Hehe