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A palm strike, a sword, exterminating two experts of the same Mid Martial Venerate cultivation realm—this was Ye Tianchen's attitude at this moment. Someone wanted to kill him with force, wanted to kill his friends with force, so Ye Tianchen would retaliate with force. In this weak-meat-strong-prey Martial Arts Great World, between people, there aren't many words left to speak, only the distinction between victory and defeat. So, what more can be said? Kill!
The two words "kill" articulated Ye Tianchen's attitude. He didn't want to say more, didn't want to ask more. There was anger in his heart, a desire to kill. These four masked men coming to him at this time were courting death. He wanted to shock and kill them with absolute power, using combat strength beyond his cultivation realm to thoroughly wipe out these four masked men, giving them no chance whatsoever. Only by doing so could he calm the anger in his heart.
Swish!
Swish!
