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Yan Kuangsheng didn’t hold back, showing Wang Lin no respect.
Murderous aura radiated from him, surging into the sky like a plume of smoke. The atmosphere darkened, transforming day into night.
Thanks to Lin Moyu’s earlier reminder, Yan Kuangsheng had refined his murderous aura, making it purer and sharper. His combat prowess had reached a new pinnacle, the sheer intensity of his presence leaving Wang Lin speechless.
Wang Lin knew he was no match for Yan Kuangsheng. What baffled him was why this madman had shown up here, of all places.
This man was a true madman—far more unhinged than Bai Yiyuan.
While Bai Yiyuan earned the title of "God of Slaughter," his fury was reserved for outsiders; he remained amicable toward the citizens of the empire.
Yan Kuangsheng, on the other hand, recognized no such boundaries. When his murderous intent ignited, it didn’t matter who stood before him—they’d be cut down all the same.
Yan Kuangsheng pointed his blade at Wang Lin, his voice icy. “Weren’t you looking for a fight? Fine, let’s settle this once
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