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Fu Xing coyly said, "I don't consider it a strike..."

He thought of the guy and remembered that he didn't seemingly strike either.

'In that case, I still owe him a punch...'

Fu Xing suddenly felt a headache.

"You do not need to be afraid. The brazen person who dared to strike in my Pill Pagoda has no way to leap to the sky."

Shi Ti thought that Fu Xing didn't dare to mention who the attacker was and spoke with a sneer.

Even with the sneer, his face was still somewhat benevolent, but his tone was not very pleasing to the ears.

"What is the cultivation level of the person who has made such a destruction here?"

"The Master Level?"

"The Throne Level?"

Seeing the reticent expression on Fu Xing's face, Shi Ti thought that the lad would have exploded on the spot if it was a Throne-level swordsman who had struck him.