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... uck out with his fist again, but this time the intent of his fist was different from before.

This punch seemed to carry an intent of samsara, of life and death, of ultimate annihilation, far stronger than his previous Kingly Way Fist.

Even Jun Xuehuang, Jun Zhangjian, and the others felt an extreme danger from this punch.

"Divine Child, be careful!" they couldn't help but warn.

"Xiaoyao, be careful," Jiang Shengyi also reminded.

Jun Xiaoyao himself, howeve ...

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