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He looked towards the fresh-faced young warrior and nodded, "Fan Qiulai is yours now."

The fresh-faced young warrior couldn't help but lick his lips, without a second word, turned around and dashed out.

"Wow~"

Fan Qiulai tumbled to the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood, his complexion swiftly turning exceedingly ugly.

A look up!

The fresh-faced young warrior charged in, a side kick landed heavily on his waist.

Fan Qiulai groaned, his body flew up, crashed against the Array and was then flung back like a dead dog, hitting the ground hard.

With that fall, Fan Qiulai was completely a mess, at the end of his tether.

The fresh-faced young warrior showed no mercy, stomping down hard on Fan Qiulai's chest.

Thump!

Fan Qiulai's chest caved in deeply, his body mashed into the mud.

The mud around him churned wildly, covering his body, wrapping him up, turning him into a figure of clay.

"It's over..."