Can you imagine that those snack carts made of walls, bricks, and metal turned directly into powder in an instant, which is much more powerful than a grinder? Wang Feng's eyes were condensed, knowing that the other party did not make a dead hand, everything on the scene was gone, but the people were still there, the ordinary people were unscathed, and all the disciples of the sect had a blood mark on their right hands, in general, the situation was not bad, this old man was not aimed at those people, so he did not kill him. The group...

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