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Just one Yang Xiaoyun was enough to send them tumbling upside down, the lethal weapon among men inside must be terrifyingly powerful. Just watching those few kicks, if any had landed on them, not a single one would have survived.
To chase after her would likely be a death wish.
Besides, Zuo Qiuyang had already fled; where then was their reason to fight to the death?
As they contemplated this, the sound of footsteps arrived in the blink of an eye.
The first to arrive was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black gloves still stained with blood not yet wiped clean.
Iron Palm Tie Xiangying!
His gaze swept over them and he lightly waved his hand: "Take them down!"
The men behind immediately leapt forward. These guards had already lost their will to fight, and so they threw their weapons on the ground one after another to avoid needless casualties.
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