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In the Hehuan Holy Land, a two-meter-tall woman with arms as thick as stone pillars and fists as large as casseroles is punching a solid ball made of ten-thousand-year-old Cold Iron.
Each punch leaves a shallow dent on the Cold Iron ball.
'duang~~'
A sound wave that has solidified into substance radiates around.
In the distance, an Elder in the Unification Stage of the Hehuan Holy Land watches Zhuang Ling, who is punching the ten-thousand-year-old Cold Iron ball, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Today, I tried to talk to the main vein leader again, and she still didn't agree to transfer Zhuang Ling to the Seven Kills Sub-branch." The elder sighed.
"Elder, although Zhuang Ling may not be suitable for our Hero Tomb, her strength far exceeds that of ordinary geniuses. It's not an exaggeration to call her a demon."
