Taking another punch, Lian Guming staggered far back. He had completely lost his former composure, his hair disheveled and his appearance wild like a madman.
Staring at Heavenly Corpse Jiang Feng before him, he wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Lian Guming had never imagined in his wildest dreams that the trump card he had spent centuries painstakingly refining would, the very moment it made its debut, turn into his greatest enemy.
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