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Chapter 644: The Power of the Astral Phantoers of wind tore theht touched the felt the forces of chaos unravel his eleers were accompanied by a low rumble Its resonance ’s attack

If Lan Qing’s daggers were solid wind than the Phantoht touched iped aithout a trace, like the protogenia was just erased

Only protogenia could contend against protogenia! The Astral Phantoon, but he knew thein the control and use of these powers Here here his advantages began to be revealed

However Lan Qing was not put off A pale cyan light shimmered around him like a shell, and the next ers The air around hiroped Each one of theh to cut space-ti body froze, and suddenly he was back where he was ahardly kneas happening

Spectators watching outside were also surprised, not least of them the Wine Master Those purple tendrils were definitely having an effect on space-ti’s retreat like it’d never happened

It deenia with one’s own No wonder the astral Phantoon It was a trick, to lull Lan Qing into a false sense of security He’d seeht rin spread across the assassin’s face This child thought he could face up to ht of heaven and earth –could flee to The roaring aura of the Dea to behold, there was also a sense of beauty in watching protogenia so expertly castrated It was akin to the sounds of a frantic guqin, springs buzzing with sound until all at once they snap – sad, shrill and beautiful

Ding-ding! In the final ers would cleave Lan Qing in two, the crowd gasped An Luo’s super soldier reacted in a way none of the nothing but his calloused palolden aura surrounded them, flesh white as polished porcelain In fact his whole body was illulow

The Astral Phantoers away The incoet passed that thin gold aura around his head It was like trying to pierce cast iron

How could this be? Although it hadn’t been the Phantoest! Hoas it possible it atted away like an irritating fly? With two bare hands? Even the leaders of Skyfire Avenue wouldn’t have been able to do that Why was he different?

Coive his foe the luxury of time, and thrust forith his palms before the Phantom could recover A wall of invisible force bore down on hih the air He sailed out of control for a good while When the would-be killer finally caape in disbelief Whatever power Lan Qing used, he couldn’t coet nored like rubbish by a fresh Paragon

But then he took another look, and his usts of Discipline had been restrained Although he calolden aura The ethereal, aloof face of Prometheus was spread in a on their protogenia could not change It wasn’t just nonsense told to them by trainers It was equally ienia spontaneously evolve Yet, that’s what the Phantoarded the Astral Phantom calmly Then, one hand curled into a loose fist and he thrust a punch at his opponent