Bai Feng looked down at Paul, whose breath was fading fast. His eyes were chillingly cold, devoid of any pity.
In this world where the strong preyed upon the weak, mercy toward an enemy was undoubtedly pushing oneself and Daxia into the abyss of destruction.
Coming to the core territory of the North American Martial Arts Federation this time, his goal was to use the momentum of a thunderbolt to make these petty villains who dared to infringe upon Daxia's majesty deeply realize that Daxia was by no means a soft persimmon for them to bully at will.
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