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Chapter Twenty-Three

It wasn't until this moment that they truly understood that Kong Wuchang's strength was actually so strong!

Ling Tian and Ling Muyu on the high platform slowly woke up from the shock at this moment.

At this moment, they truly understood why Kong Wuchang, a monk at the third level of the acquired world, dared to make such wild claims, saying that he could defeat a monk at the fifth level of the spiritual realm.

It turns out that Kong Wuchang's true strength is far above the fifth level of the Spirit!

But at this moment, Kong Wuchang, who put away his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, noticed something strange.

Yes, according to his plan, this should be the moment for the furious Kong Sang-yeol to take action!

But Kong Shanglie, how could he not take action?

Kong Shanglie’s doting on Kong Ming shouldn’t be the case!

As soon as this thought appeared, Kong Wuchang felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, when he turned around, he saw that Kong Ming behind him, whose body should have been cut in half by his sword, was not cut in half by his sword.

And at this moment, his body was actually healed back together, and the wound that could have killed him completely was gone.

If his clothes hadn't torn apart at this moment, and if his whole chest wasn't still dripping with a lot of blood, Kong Wuchang would have even doubted whether his sword hadn't hit Kong Ming's body.

Just when he was suspicious, Kong Ming in front of him opened his eyes suddenly, and then smiled ferociously at him.

Kong Wuchang was startled by this smile, and before he could react, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

I saw that the broken sword in Kong Ming's hand had penetrated Kong Wuchang's chest at this moment.

"I was careless..."

This was the last thought that came to Kong Wuchang's mind at the moment when his consciousness disappeared.

The next moment, Kong Ming was seen pulling out the broken sword from Kong Wuchang's chest, smiling wantonly with a ferocious smile.

"Hahahaha! Can a waste like you kill me?"

"I'm letting you get hit with a sword just because you're the son of the family master, I'm just letting you down. Do you really think you can kill me?!"

Kong Ming smiled wantonly.

Everyone who had just woken up from the shock was in shock again.

They had no idea that this duel would take such a turn!

At this moment, on the high platform, Kong Shangcun suddenly stood up from his seat, took two hurried steps forward, and finally stopped, with a pale look on his face.

At this time, a voice came out.

"I've heard for a long time that Kong Ming, the number one member of the Kong family, has an intermediate physique, but I never thought that he actually has the strongest 'Holy Healing Body' among the intermediate physiques!"

"Great Elder, it seems that your son has an unlimited future!"

"Thank you, thank you." The eldest elder Kong Shanglie smiled happily at this moment, and said a few words of modesty casually, and then looked at Kong Shangcun with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Oh, Patriarch, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that my Ming'er would be so harsh and kill my nephew Wu Chang..."

"However, since my Ming'er and nephew Wu Chang are engaged in a weapons battle, I guess you, the head of the family, don't have any objections to the death of nephew Wu Chang!"

As soon as Kong Shanglie said these words, Kong Shangcun's palms clenched suddenly. This sentence was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for him. If he couldn't kill his son's murderer, then he still had

Who qualifies you to be this father!

However, just when he was about to break the seal and use his true strength, a voice suddenly came from the training ground.
Chapter completed!
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