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"Po" When the word emerged, Zhang Beichen felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Spitting out blood, his whole body trembled, his expression instantly wilted, but his eyes were filled with terror.
"Your... Your Excellency, who exactly are you?"
Zhang Beichen asked in horror.
Just by uttering a single word, he had severely wounded him; this level of cultivation was certainly not that of an ordinary person.
You must understand, he, Zhang Beichen, is a Po Jun Mutant!
He is a Grandmaster!
A Grandmaster of his stature, severely injured by a single word—it's likely no one would believe it if he told them!
Zhang Beichen could almost be certain that this person's cultivation level was at least that of a Peak Grandmaster, and might even be that of a legendary figure!
How could Zhang Beichen not be terrified?
"Who am I?"
