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He felt like he had seen this golden light somewhere before.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

A'niu grabbed Murong Jiang's collar in one swoop.

"Who, who exactly are you?"

Murong Jiang considered himself someone who had traveled south and ventured north.

He had seen all sorts of storms and waves.

But at this moment, looking into A'niu's eyes, a trace of panic unexpectedly emerged in the depths of his heart.

"Why panic? Tell the truth, and I will let you go."

A'niu felt his patience was nearly worn thin.

"I..."

Murong Jiang quietly gathered energy in his hands.

After all, Murong Jiang was also a cultivator.

Moreover, he often used the water from soaking dragons to cultivate in a dungeon deep underground.

His progress was fast.

Many of his contemporaries didn't possess such profound abilities.

A'niu was still forcing Murong Jiang to spill the truth.

Suddenly.

Murong Jiang violently raised his hand.

"Bang!"

He struck a palm towards A'niu's chest.