The wooden sword carrying a piece of Liam's soul trembled violently. Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hand in surprise, feeling the painful resonance between it and the person who refined it.
Yan Zhengming didn't know what happened to Liam, so he made a quick decision: "I'll take you out of here first. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it later."
He stretched out his hand to pick Liam up, but Liam instinctively raised his palm and slapped him.
This time, murderous intent overflowed. As soon as the palm was released, Liam was immediately frightened. Then he took back the cold essence surging in his palm, causing the palm to be raised high and then gently lowered. He restrained himself and gently swung Yan Zhengming away without hurting him at all.
The deep true energy left and returned, and the backlash shocked half of Liam's body to numbness.
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