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Cao Xing, who had been focused down by nine Legendary Tier fighters, stood there completely unharmed.
Not even the corner of his clothes was stained, as if he had completely nullified their attacks!
Seeing this, not only were the nine commanders of ten thousand men bewildered, but the hundreds of millions of survivors watching the livestream also looked as though they had seen a ghost.
"What's... going on?"
"Boss Cao Xing didn't die? He even withstood their attacks?"
He was currently the Lu Family's most dangerous man. Ordinary people truly did not dare provoke him casually unless they had a death wish.
Yang Fan did not want to miss the special effect during the Purple Shadow Needle's recovery period. Besides, after dealing with Poison Wind Valley's Ambush just now, Yang Fan no longer needed to be overly wary of Poison Wind Valley.
However, Yang Fan immediately decided to use other channels and find a way to resolve the problem as quickly as possible.
Why had he left behind those insults directed at himself? Even now, Su Yiqin was still pondering why he had not feared damaging his image.
Even the expert from that famous Taoist temple had not been confident he could save his life, yet after considering it, the director had resolutely kept him. What noble integrity that was.
But after Li Mi headed east and then vanished for another three or four years, the wave of discussion gradually died down.
The Scorpion War God's steps halted. His gaze grew somewhat dazed, as though he had remembered something, before turning cold again. He resumed his savage expression, blinded by soaring rage and vital energy as he strode toward Hong Yuan.
Ximen Feihu took the lead, followed by two or three thousand people surging forward with murderous intent,