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... ing Heaven Martial God.

The entire face of the Burning Heaven Martial God was deformed, and teeth flew out of his mouth.

He fell from the sky, plummeting towards the brown mountain range beyond the plains, which was leveled in an instant, kicking up a giant cloud of dust.

"Eat my second fist!"

The Sky Patrol Martial God swung his fist, hammering it toward the already flattened brown mountain range. The destructive force of the fist was akin to a meteor shower, aki ...

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