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"Dragon City, why aren't you joining me to kill this man?"

Although Lei Youbai was deeply dissatisfied with Dragon City, he still greatly admired this man's martial arts.

Whether he was Meng Zhao's match was hard to say, but he was certainly stronger than Lei Youbai himself. That was beyond doubt.

Hearing Lei Youbai's shout, Dragon City's heart stirred. He stepped forward with a stagger, reeling as though drunk, and in the blink of an eye arrived before the Mysterious Black-Clad Man. Wearing flesh-colored gloves as thin as cicada wings, he brought his palms together and sent snowy-white streams of qi slicing toward the man's waist with sharp hisses.

The move was broad and simple, plain and unadorned, much like a woodcutter chopping firewood in the forest. Yet it was an ancient, rugged axe technique.

Its force was immense and its momentum heavy, incomparably fierce. Let alone a man's soft waist—even metal, iron ore, and stone would be cleanly cleaved in two by this strike. Even protective qi would likely struggle to block it completely.

His movements were incomparably swift; bolstered by his footwork, he was as fast as lightning.

Yet the Mysterious Black-Clad Man did not take Dragon City's fierce blow seriously at all. Crimson secret inscriptions writhed over his bare palms, exuding a bloody, mysterious, terrifying aura. Black true qi surged wildly, clinging close to his palms as he viciously pressed down against the slicing hands.

The instant the two exchanged blows, a crisp ring like clashing Long Swords sounded out, as if two peerless divine blades had collided.

Within a radius of three yards around them, the air erupted in a string of crackling explosions. The ground beneath their feet was directly crushed down more than a foot, the earth loosening and the gravel shattering.

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