C553 Rebirth Hand

Facing these people, Yang Ming was as cold as a mountain and his killing intent was overwhelming.

Who cares if it was a high sect, or Ten Immortal Sects, in front of strength, they only had one word to describe it: Kill!

Whoever offends me will be killed without mercy!

If they did it again, then kill until they didn't dare to do it again!

"Flee!"

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