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    Ling Tian’s pupils shrank as a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

    There are masters!

    But that’s about it!

    Facing this sudden punch, Ling Tian was unafraid.

    It also swung out with a thunderous punch!

    Bang!

    With a muffled sound, the fists of the two people, clashing together, unexpectedly issued a crisp sound of air explosion.

    Ling Tian’s figure stopped and his gaze narrowed towards the other party.

    But see the person who struck, stirrups and retreated four or five steps, only to stabilize his body.

    Lifting his head violently, he looked at Ling Tian with a horrified gaze!

    “Peak Inner Strength!”

    This person let out a cry of surprise, and his face became unsightly.

    Ling Tian looked this person up and down, only to see that this person had a thin figure, a black robe wrapped around his body, and two eyes as gloomy as vipers, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.

    One look and you feel sick all over.

    “Young Lord be careful, he’s that expert beside Zhang Biao!”

    “Many of our brothers have died tragically at his hands.”

    Behind him, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and shouted urgently.

    Ling Tian’s eyes chilled as his killing chance was unabashedly released as he stared at the thin man and said in a cold voice.

    “Kill my brothers of the Underworld Palace and leave your lives behind today!”

    After Ling Tian finished speaking, his figure flickered and instantly arrived close to the skinny man as he pushed his palm out horizontally.

    Whew~ The palm wind whistled, weighing as much as a thousand pounds, causing the thin man on the opposite side of the room, to change his face drastically.

    “Seek death!”

    The skinny man let out a cold snort and slapped at his waist, and a soft sword was suddenly in his hand.

    The sword was like a long snake, sharp and tricky, stabbing straight at Ling Tian’s choking voice.

    Seeing this, Ling Tian flipped his wrist and turned his palm into a grab, snapping at the skinny man’s wrist.

    Empty-handed?

    Looking for death!

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