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Recalling what had happened in the Danhui Sect, Xiao Luo decided to deal with those who might threaten his access to the teleportation portal. He threw an indifferent glance at Zheng Feihan, who was rolling on the ground because of pain, and gave him what looked like a light kick with his right foot. However, Zheng Feihan tumbled a good distance, sliding along the ground and spinning at high speed like a top, leaving a trail of blood in his path. He was motionless when he had finally stopped, and it was so painful he would rather die.
"Hiss!"
The people present all gasped. That kick was heartless... and undoubtedly ruthless.
Xiao Luo did not stop there. He glanced over and fixed his eyes on Chen Junbin.