Zhuang Wanxian glanced at Zhang Jing solemnly. He was very aware of his own strength. He felt that the person in front of him was just a powerful soul. No matter how strong he was, he could at most resist it. He never thought that he could just wave his hand casually. The force of his punch was enough to break his attack....
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