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Ling Jian's right hand was still in the same position as before. The gentle power of the Ethereal Palm continuously gathered in his palm. It was as if Ye Xue Yue was going to move towards him of her own volition.

Initially, Ye Xue Yue's fist was prepared to strike towards Ling Jian's head, but Ling Jian's shoulder sank and abruptly dropped down a few inches. At the same time