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Ye Fan was caught up from behind by Dong Ziqi and struck so hard that he flew seven or eight meters, spattering blood before crashing onto the lawn, barely clinging to life and unable to rise again, completely devoid of the strength to resist.
"Hmph, I told you, I would never let you live through tonight!" Dong Ziqi snorted.
To prevent further complications like the ones earlier, and because this place was a park, he no longer wasted words. He walked directly toward Ye Fan, who lay on the ground, and lifted his palm to strike Ye Fan's crown.
Just at that moment, a crisp and tender cry suddenly echoed from behind, followed immediately by a surge of power striking at his back.
Dong Ziqi felt a sense of crisis well up inside him. Disregarding the kill, he hastily leaped forward to the left.
After landing, he swiftly turned around and suddenly saw a purple-clothed young girl standing beside Ye Fan, her aura otherworldly as if a Moon Palace Immortal had descended to earth.