Billionaire God of War

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With her unique intuition, Yumeng was able to intimately sense that Greedy Wolf's material body had been possessed, and that which directed his consciousness at present was none other than a remnant of Demon King's soul!

Be it just a sliver of it, they were wary now that it was bolstered by the presence of a physical body. They had to because it belonged to Greedy Wolf!

"I'll not let anyone who bullies my disciple off, no matter who that may be!" Peter Pan roared. He was about to engage when he found himself held back by Jiang Hing.

"Protect Yaoyao." Jiang Ning then met his eyes. "Allow me to deal with this fellow."

The moment his voice trailed off, Jiang Ning spurred into action, and almost too quickly, he was upon Greedy Wolf with a single tap of his toes.

His trailing silhouette conjured up a storm, and in tandem with it, came the most deafening tempest

that ripped through the air that trailed in his wake.

Bam!

A punch!

Jiang Ning struck out a mighty blow, channeling the awesome power of the Extreme Fist Technique. The astonishing fury that churned between his closed fingers manifested as beams of hot white light concealed within.

in response, and the two men

ensued, sending both Jiang Ning and Greedy Wolf shuffling backward. There was to be no let-up from Jiang Ning who charged forward once more without waiting

mercilessly like the rain, one blow after

Bam! Bam! Bam!

audible while the area reverberated with

that fixated upon Greedy

utilized the full potency of his Extreme Fist Technique. The energy that welled from his dantian seemed almost inexhaustible and grew in intensity like the rising tide with each passing moment of

in that fleeting instant. The outline of Jiang Ning's back had evoked an awful sense

"Broken Soldier?

Broken Soldier and

slaying

Ning's fist, he could visually track their movements and read the paths of the latter's attacks. In spite of

counterattack outright by this time already,

up his pace and maintained it at a high level while his punches were

as if he did not

them, he was driven by a singular intent to hammer home the message that he would kill anyone who dared harm his own daughter, even if it be the

Boom! Boom! Boom!

the blistering speed at which they engaged each other that no ordinary person could have