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A body, how could it possibly have two souls.

Moreover, they seemed so harmonious, so natural, as if they were of one mind, each movement and even each thought nearly synchronized.

Complete synchronization!

By the time the Primordial Venerable regained his senses, the fist was already at his face.

In a panic, he raised his hand and blocked the punch with his elbow.

After a moment's pause, the Primordial Venerable was sent flying miles away by the tremendous force, smashing through one mountain after another.

Although the punch that was thrown was only a dainty little fist and the movement seemed merely like a coquettish flick, no one present doubted that if it were themselves receiving this punch, they would most likely meet their end.

It was a strike of effortless power reverting to simplicity.