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Zhang Xian's face wore a smile as he watched Jiao Long rush towards him.

Jiao Long's smile seemed to grow even brighter, as though victory were already within his reach, much like the radiant sunshine of June.

"Ha..."

Zhang Xian suddenly let out a bellow, and the Spiritual Energy that had been surging within him instantly flowed to his hands. He crossed them over his chest, blocking Jiao Long's punch.

"Bang..."

A tremendous force emerged, causing Zhang Xian's hands to feel numb. He was flung backward uncontrollably.

"Huh? What's happening?"

Jiao Long wasn't having a good time either, feeling as though his right hand had lost all sensation.

However, his instincts told him that Zhang Xian had suffered more. What angered Jiao Long was that the little brat Zhang Xian had dared to obstruct him. Didn't he fear Cao Ge would try to kill him?

"Die..."

Zhang Xian was tossed straight toward the right side of Cao Ge.