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"Then taste my fist as big as a sand bowl."
Zhou Ping’an snorted coldly, wasting no more words, his figure flashed, reaching in front of the grand hall, and threw a punch.
With one punch, turbulent waves surged, the tiled floor tore layer by layer, and the towering halls behind him crumbled simultaneously.
Boom...
This punch landed on the palm raised by the monk, as if striking into the boundless emptiness, finding no solid resistance.
Zhou Ping ...
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