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With a deafening roar, everyone in the Valley of Death jumped in fright.
Even Jin Wuhui, who was in the midst of a fierce battle with the monks of the Black Flame Sect, turned back in horror.
Yuan Hong's brutal strike with the rod instantly blasted a huge mountain to pieces, countless chunks of rock fell in all directions like shooting stars, causing the entire Valley of Death to tremble. The scene was heart-stoppingly spectacular, as if heaven and earth were shattering, raising dust hundreds of feet high, and prompting Qin Jun to shield his face with his sleeve as the fierce wind blew.
"Oh my Buddha..."
Sang Liang's mouth hung open wide at the sight, as if he had lost his soul, unable to close his mouth for a long time, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Black and White Impermanence were also stunned in place, never having imagined the extent of Yuan Hong's terrifying strength.
