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When Ao Hongchen took the lead to attack, the two great warriors on the opposite side charged crazily towards Ye Fei and Mo Xing.
Ye Fei sneered viciously, his body flashed, as quick as a bolted rabbit, the opposing warrior couldn't lock onto his figure at all. Immediately after, the warrior's body was thrown back, both hands clutching his throat, blood spurting wildly.
As for Mo Xing, who was devoid of Spiritual Power, he was still a formidable force at the peak of Tribulation Transcending. Merely with his physical strength, even those at the Golden Core Stage were no match for him.
With a thunderous crash, Mo Xing threw a punch, smashing it onto the fist of the man charging at him.
Crack crack, the crisp sound of breaking bones, the opponent's fist had been completely shattered. Mo Xing smiled grimly, placing his hands directly on his neck and fiercely twisted.
