"Who on earth are you?" Mo Yang looked up, and such words came from his mouth. Although it was clearly Mo Yang's voice, it carried an indescribable vicissitude, as if spoken by an unmatched powerhouse who had lived for endless years.
"Who the hell are you?" The avatar of the Saint Emperor looked at Mo Yang, seeming very shocked, its faint voice carrying a heavy tone of alarm.
Chapter 518: To Strike is to Die
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