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How could he not know by now that the Flying Tiger bandit had been exterminated and uprooted.

What shocked him the most was that he was certain that there was an expert among the people who had destroyed the Flying Tiger Gang who was much stronger than him.

Furthermore, that expert had not left yet, waiting for him to fall into their trap.

Although he didn't see a single person, he didn't doubt his judgement in the slightest.

This was because if there was anyone who could interfere with his or her judgment, making it impossible for him or her to find any clues, then his or her spiritual will would definitely surpass his or her own.

He felt bitter. If he hadn't gone up the mountain, he might have had a chance to escape.

And now, in the air, he couldn't control himself. There was no chance for him to escape at all.

Swish!

The middle-aged man landed on a tree above the Flying Tiger Ridge. Without any hesitation, he turned around and prepared to rush down the mountain.

"Since you've come, why don't you stay!" A faint, emotionless girl's voice floated into his ears.

Soon after, he saw the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth gather in front of him, turning into a pure white, flawless Spiritual Qi hand, like swatting a fly.

With a wave of his big hand, the middle-aged man had nowhere to run. Every path of retreat had already been blocked off, and a wave of oppressive force bore down on him.

"AHH!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily as the spirit energy within his body surged like a surging river towards his fist.

The spiritual qi wrapped around his fist, and it seemed as if there was a layer of cuticle on his fist. It was sharp and thick, and he threw a punch towards the big hand.

"Humph!" How could the power of an ant shake a large tree! " A sneer sounded.

As his voice faded, the middle-aged man felt that the speed of the palm strike became even faster. The air was compressed, and a heavy and oppressive force pressured down on him, causing him to be unable to breathe.

"AHH!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot as he felt the aura of death coming closer and closer. He couldn't help but let out a furious roar as he punched toward the giant hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His fist was like a violent storm as it landed on the big hand. However, the speed of the big hand didn't slow down in the slightest. The spiritual energy in the hand was still extremely bright, and the pressure was not lessened.

BOOM!

Finally, under the shocked gaze of the middle-aged man, his hand slapped onto his body, and his body was like a broken bag as it flew out and fiercely smashed into the nearby mountain wall.

With a loud bang, the middle-aged man was slammed into the mountain wall, as if he was embedded inside.

"Crack crack crack."

The life force of a Martial King was indeed not to be underestimated. Furthermore, Ling'er did not use her full strength; the middle-aged man was not dead.

The mountain wall shook, and the middle-aged man jumped out. He was in a sorry state, and his black robe was torn to shreds like a beggar. His face was covered in blood, and as soon as he escaped, he coughed up blood.

The middle-aged man staggered. He felt as if all the bones in his body had shattered. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell limply to the ground, his face ashen!

Swish!

The spiritual energy hand did not dissipate, but instead appeared behind him like a bolt of lightning. Just when the man thought he would die, he closed his eyes and waited for death to come, it did not come.

He opened his eyes and saw that the big hand was grabbing him as if he was a small chicken. He then flew towards the forest not too far away.

Boom! *

Not long later, he loosened his grip, and the middle-aged man fell to the floor in a sorry state, lying on the floor like a dog eating the mud.

"It really is Marquis Wen Yuan's mansion's black clothed guard!"

A faint voice filled with killing intent slowly entered his ears. The middle-aged man looked up and could not help but widen his eyes, exclaiming in shock: "Ling Yun!"

As his voice fell, the middle-aged man's face was filled with a bitter smile. A strand of blue blood slid down the corner of his lips, and his head tilted to the side. His aura had already been severed!