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The blood plasma that hissed out sprayed all over Li Huowang, drenching his body and face, leaving him looking like a bloody figure, staring dumbfounded at the tattered corpse in front of him.
The Taoist who attempted to kill for loot, Han Fu—an aftereffect of the Luo Sect, who attempted to ambush him—was just like that, dealt with.
For a moment, Li Huowang was somewhat in disbelief; compared to the enemies he had encountered before, this one was undoubtedly less of a challenge, almost like child's play, leading him to even doubt whether this was the enemy's real body?
Li Huowang lifted his foot and kicked Han Fu's bloodied and indistinct head, repeating with a disgusted expression, "Don't even know your own strength, yet you want to rob others?"
He suddenly realized that in this world, it wasn't just the powerful people who coveted Xinsu; some foolish people also coveted it, even though they had no matching abilities.
