In the firmament, blood flared continuously; Hou Zhijie was almost beaten to a sieve, with many blood holes piercing through his body.
Even before Wei Fan's palm hit him, he was already half-dead.
"How is this possible..."
"Who is this young man, how can he be so terrifying? That's Hou Zhijie, a core disciple of the Zilan Sect, a genius who broke through to the Martial King level in his thirties, yet he is so easily defeated by him."
"I've seen those renowned demons from the Beiding Continent, but when did such a person appear? Could he be a formidable figure from another place?"
"Such a peerless demon, it's no wonder he dares to kill the patrols of Zilan City. Such a person must have an immense background, with no need to fear just a core disciple of the Zilan Sect."
"The Zilan Sect has always been domineering; this time, it seems they have hit a hard wall!"
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