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Li Xiaoqiang furrowed his brows when he saw the other's figure, he had not expected the other to look like this—his appearance was quite exaggerated, much like the Thunder God himself.
At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang faced a cultivator, and not just any cultivator, but one with cultivation—a Kunlun Sect Elder, who was no ordinary disciple. Li Xiaoqiang's body and mind were simultaneously subjected to immense pressure.
The Elder, seeing that Li Xiaoqiang was unharmed under such circumstances, felt a shock beyond words. He knew all too well the amount of pressure he exerted on Li Xiaoqiang. A common man, facing him and managing to endure it, was something not even a disciple of Mount Kunlun could accomplish. Instantly, he looked at Li Xiaoqiang with new respect.
In the palace earlier, the Hall Master had told him that this young man's identity was not simple. He had started off skeptical, but now he began to believe it a little.
