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Fang Tian Divine Fist!
Qiao Rufei almost peed his pants in fright, the strength of the Fang Tian Divine Fist was self-explanatory, exceeding the existence of the Astral Projection Realm, and recently, it had also been at odds with the Divine Physique Hall, an almost irreconcilable contradiction. How could he not be afraid?
Ren Wokuang stared at Qiao Rufei and sneered, "Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now? Continue! Do you dare to meddle with this White Dragon?"
He threw Qiao Rufei's own words back at him, trapping Qiao Rufei in an awkward spot, unsure of how to respond.
"Cripple him, let me do the killing!"
Su Yie's voice suddenly rang out, startling Qiao Rufei into turning his head to look, his face showing a furious expression. How could this demon be so fond of killing?
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, a fist of iron pierced through his chest, precisely from the Fang Tian Divine Fist.
