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The middle-aged man brushed his sleeve lightly, causing a gust of wind. "Yan Xiaobao," he said with a manic twist, "it's a huge honor that the young master of my clan asked you to pay him a visit. Do you know how many people wish they could extend their formal greetings? You—"
Before he could finish, his face flickered, and he jumped back. But he was just a bit too slow. Yan Xiaobao appeared directly in front of him, extending his palm.
"How dare you!" The man's cultivation base was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and he unleashed all his power while forming the spell gesture for countless Wind Blades. However, even as the Wind Blades appeared before him, Yan Xiaobao's palm shattered them like twigs. They couldn't even provide the slightest protection.
The palm moved forward, with almost nothing trying to stop it, and landed on the man's face almost instantly.
