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"Who are you?" Yang Ji asked calmly, lifting his gaze to the two people beside Tian Xie.
"So you're Yang Ji? In such a plight, you're still remarkably composed!" The man to the right of Tian Xie said with piercing eyes, eyeing Yang Ji as though his gaze were a sword. He stood nine feet tall with a broad skeleton; his shoulders seemed to prop up the sky, and his large hands appeared as if they could dominate the world.
"Interesting, quite interesting!" The man to the left of Tian Xie looked at Yang Ji and chuckled as he spoke,
"Normally, for insignificant ants like you, we'd not waste our breath. We'd just crush you with one finger, without wasting any time. But in consideration of you once having subdued Tian Xie, I'll allow you to die with some understanding."
"My name is Xing Xiong! His is Mo Jie!" He said, pointing at the man who spoke before.