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"Go to hell, you stinking brat!" When Zhao Shibin saw Ye Feng suddenly unleash such a powerful sword art, he sucked in a breath of cold air. His body flashed forward as he fiercely chopped out a blade attack towards Ye Feng, who was currently exhausted.

"Ah!" At this moment, Ye Feng had just used all of his strength, so how could he possibly withstand the attack of Zhao Shibin