"How can you be so powerful?" Zhang Xuan's face warped in horror as he cast aside his sword and retreated in a fluster.
His current fighting prowess was only that of an Aureate Body realm consummation cultivator. As long as the enemy did not feel threatened by his existence, they would not make a move on the hostages.
Seeing how the young man had decisively chosen to escape as soon as his assassination failed, the black-armored Otherworldly Demon harrumphed coldly. "Do you honestly think that you still stand a chance at escaping?"
The next moment, the force of his palm strike intensified. Immense pressure gushed over in waves, leaving Zhang Xuan feeling as if he was standing before a giant.
"Break!" Zhang Xuan roared with a hint of panic in his voice.
Hong long!
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