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At this time, Shang Mougao was in a state of despair. No matter how powerful he was, he could not be arrogant in front of the Zhuyuan cultivator. He wanted to beg for mercy, but at this moment, Ning Cheng's second fist wind had completely blocked him. It was extremely difficult for him to even move, let alone produce the airflow to speak....