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"The Temple of World Annihilation!" Jian Wushuang's pupils contracted, his voice trembling.

He could be absolutely certain that this was definitely orchestrated by Mie Sheng.

The external world was indeed in chaos now.

Fortunately, the opponent stood in the open, and Jian Wushuang could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as the opponent was in the open, he had nothing to fear.

He feared that the opponent would remain concealed, making it impossible for him to venture out.

Even so, he would not leave the Qishen Temple.

What if Mie Sheng was waiting for him? What would he do?

He dared not take the risk and decided to follow the orders of Zhen Ling.

"Wu Zuo, I will leave first. Perhaps, for a long time to come, I won't return to the Elder Palace. Take care of yourself!" Jian Wushuang clasped his fists.

The other had helped him a lot, and he remembered the favor.