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Ying Xiaoxiao noticed the power of the previous arrow and knew that the strength of the newcomer was not to be underestimated, "Who are you to dare meddle in our battle?"
Xuanping coldly replied, "Xuanping of the Xuan Bird Tribe, why shouldn't I meddle?"
That made sense.
Chen Qing had originally raised his troops under the name of the Xuan Bird Tribe, so it was only natural that the real head of the Xuan Bird Tribe would come.
Ying Xiaoxiao laughed, "Xuanping? Xuan Bird Tribe? If it weren't for Qingxu's uprising, who would know your name?"
Xuanping didn't bother responding, she had never liked reasoning with words since Nanli always spoke with weapons in hand.
Before Ying Xiaoxiao's words were fully spoken, she saw a frosty feathered arrow embed itself in the chest of a Foundation Establishment cultivator next to her.
The whole person was instantly frozen and then shattered the next moment into countless frozen chunks of blood.
