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However, something that exceeded Mu Qingkuang's expectations happened. The moment their fists and palms made contact, he felt a wave of frigid air, that seeped into his bones, from Yu Han's palm, penetrating straight through his fist. Then, it flowed through his arm into his eight extraordinary meridians, straight towards his dantian. In the blink of an eye, the blood in his body froze