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On the spot.

Liu Dongqing swept his gaze in every direction.

One piece of bait had used their own body to lure him into this trap.

And the four factions with whom Liu Dongqing had formed the deepest grudges since the Hanging World Great Wall contest began had each dispatched a combatant of supreme strength!

His face showed none of the urgency of someone caught in a death trap.

There was only an extraordinary calm.

Indeed.

The corners of Liu Dongqing's mouth faintly curled upward.

As though he still felt like laughing, even in a situation like this.

And so.

The hoary elder from the Myriad Phenomena Sword Sect abruptly lowered his eyelids a fraction.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"Now that true death has descended, has a demon like you, who once toyed so wantonly with others' seven emotions and six desires, lost control of your wicked arts in utter terror, throwing your own emotions and desires into chaos instead?"

"I am a kindly old man. I will give you one last chance to speak your final words."

"Think carefully before you open your mouth!"

Almost the instant the hoary elder finished speaking.

Liu Dongqing's expression had already become a full-fledged half-smile.

His deep, dark eyes seemed to look past the five figures, gazing farther away into the empty expanse where there was nothing but Sumeru Turbulent Flow.

"There is something I am very curious about."

"I am about to die, so you might as well tell me."

"Is this the entirety of your death trap?"

"What I mean is."

"If I suddenly strike to kill in a moment and cut down one or two of you, another aura-concealing talisman formation won't suddenly burst apart, with another eight or ten Nascent Soul Peak cultivators from the various sects jumping