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Ling Hao was not afraid of trouble, but trouble was endless. Killing people had to be done at the root, if not, if a few enemies came out one day, it would affect his mood.

The golden beam of light pierced through Yue Ming's legs.

His bones instantly shattered and his flesh turned into mincemeat.

An incomparably miserable wail resounded through the air, along with which