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"": "He aimed the knife in one hand at Huang Zhili's neck and raised his other hand toward the Night Watch beside the offering table.
At that moment, the Night Watch had once again taken on He Lianxin's appearance. He looked to be in terrible pain, white smoke pouring continuously from his waist and abdomen, where the burns were severe.
After Bai Xiaoshan had empowered it, the Five Thunder Pestle was far more effective than before.
Wu Zhenqing did not even dare breathe heavily.
Sweat streamed from his forehead, and his veins kept bulging.
Just what kind of harbinger of doom was this Luo Bin?
He knew how strong Mo Kun was. Yes, in a head-on fight, neither he nor Huang Zhili was a match for Mo Kun.
But Mo Kun had slapped a talisman onto the Night Watch's clay statue and actually dispersed a wisp of the Grand Night Watch.
He had thrown three talismans and captured three Night Watches.
One mouthful of blood had wounded two Night Watches!
That was absolutely not the strength Mo Kun should have possessed!
The one behind it all was Luo Bin!
One blow from his pestle had left a Night Watch barely able to reform. Was Luo Bin even a Yin-Yang Practitioner anymore?
They had used Mo Kun to ambush Luo Bin, and Luo Bin had turned around and used Mo Kun to scheme against them.
He certainly had a Yin-Yang Practitioner's cunning.
But that Thunder Pestle was fiercer than some Taoists' Thunder Methods.
Huang Zhili had dragged him into disaster!
Luo Bin breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling.
He was not injured. His emotions had simply been stirred too violently, surging beyond his control.
He stared fixedly at Huang Zhili. His knife was steady, just