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Bang!
Huang Mingzi's aura soared rapidly, and his wide Daoist robe fluttered wildly.
He flipped his hand and struck Ban Poluo in the chest with a palm, and the two instantly separated, but the instant they parted, Ban Poluo reached out and grabbed, tearing a massive chunk of crimson viscera out and crushing it in his hand.
Huang Mingzi only felt a chill spread throughout his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The injury on his body was one thing.
The main concern was Ban Poluo, whose features and expressions on his face were exactly as he remembered.
But why...
His mind raced in an instant, a flash of insight.
An unbelievable guess emerged in Huang Mingzi's mind, slowly becoming reality.
"You are not Ban Poluo, who are you exactly?" Huang Mingzi's pupils gradually reddened as if a blaze ignited within them. He looked at Ban Poluo as if he were some indescribable wicked spirit, pressing with a stern voice.
"No, Senior Brother, I am indeed Ban Poluo."
