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As Su Qi's hammer struck air, Qing Qishu surged upward violently.
Passed by Su Qi in an instant.
And with a direct slap, aimed at Yan Xiao's beak.
As if, he had slapped it across the face!
Yan Xiao's beak pierced through the hand without suspense... no blood dripped down.
Bang!
Jiang Wang, with a frontal kick, sent Yan Xiao flying.
The beak withdrew from Qing Qishu's palm, the hole remaining hollow and solidified.
The blackness did not spread, nor did blood flow back.
Qing Qishu's regenerative abilities and Yan Xiao's beak's eerie power seemed to cancel each other out.
No, to be precise, Yan Xiao's beak had the upper hand.
Qing Qishu's proud regenerative ability was ineffective against Yan Xiao.
The fate of the Qingmu Shield had already warned everyone that Yan Xiao's pecks basically meant certain death to whoever suffered them. Only Qing Qishu could withstand a few strikes owing to his regenerative ability.
