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The aura of Wu Geng burst forth from the shadow of his knife, as if it carried the might to tear the heavens and split the earth, a gigantic silhouette of the knife condensed in the sky.
On the other side, Zhang Xianjun only felt an unstoppable momentum crashing into him, and the spear in his hands snapped into two.
The energy seemed to tear his entire body apart, and he was sent flying backward, his clothes completely shredded, his body covered with dense wounds.
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed into the air, dying his whole body a bloody red, and after hitting the ground, he lost consciousness.
Xu Zimei slowly sheathed the Tyrant Shadow back into its scabbard and looked around at the stunned students.
He then glanced at the elder nearby and let out a light chuckle.
"Not a single one capable of putting up a fight."
The elder was silent for a while before he slowly said, "You're probably not just any Outer Sect Disciple, are you!"
