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A New Pression

City Lord Zhang, with a solemn gaze, fixed his eyes upon Ye Bai. Suppressing the sword aura within him, he spoke, “Very well, this young man is undoubtedly a disciple of a prestigious sect. Despite his tender age, his cultivation is already terrifying. Brother Wang, do not underestimate him.”

The cultivator surnamed Wang smirked and said, “City Lord Zhang, if we join forces, how can this mere junior Qi condensation withstand us, no matter how formidable his techniques maybe?”

Upon hearing these words, City Lord Zhang nodded slightly and declared, “It ends here. Regardless of your strength, you will die.”

With these words, he clenched his fists and, this time, did not employ his elusive body technique. Instead, he charged directly towards Ye Bai.

Accompanied by thunderous fist winds, this punch aimed straight at Ye Bai’s facade.

Meanwhile, behind him, the cultivator surnamed Wang’s expression turned serious.