บท 935: The great battle with Nangong Bo

Lu Ming took a series of steps and punched continuously. His fists were like two huge iron hammers, constantly bombarding the flaming sword. The flaming sword trembled violently and had no power to fight back.

At the side, the other members of the Empyrean heaven divine Palace looked at this scene in shock. Their eyes widened and they could not believe it.

Wang Chen, ranked 43rd on the list of top 1000 talents, had been completely suppressed by Lu Ming. He could not even fight back. Who would have believed it if they had not seen it with their own eyes?

Back at the ninedragons three sect exchange meet, Lu Ming was indeed very strong. However, there was still a huge gap between him and the top 100. How long had it been since then, and Lu Ming had already reached this stage?

Everyone in the top hundred was a prodigy among prodigies. Lu Ming had improved, and so had they. It could only be said that Lu Ming's improvement was too terrifying.

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