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"Yin ?" "Yin'er?"

Dong Fang Zhou's palm was currently not more than two inches away from Tang Yin's head. Dong Fang's palm strike earlier had even blown's hair chaotically.

If just now, this palm had moved another two inches forward, Tang Yin's head would definitely have been smashed into pieces like a watermelon after being smashed by the large hammer