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"Son, accept your death!"

Rumble rumble rumble!

King Sect Elder Nie Zhuo, opened the pitch black Genuine Qi Wing.

His body quickly flew towards Wang Xiaojian.

While he was still in the air, he threw out a palm towards Wang Xiaojian.

The strength of an expert at the peak of the Five-star Martial Emperor was incomparably terrifying.

With a palm strike, it shook the entire sky