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Until now, Ye Mingyang hadn't used any magic tools. His speed was very fast, and his fist was very straight. He was like a barbarian who didn't know how to cultivate, and he was charging forward.

Amidst the shocked gasps and Yang Cheng'an's extremely gloomy expression, Ye Mingyang panted slightly, and did his best to control the surging blood in his chest