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Just as Wang Xian changed his moves, Yang Ji made a palm move with his left hand. The blood-red palm was like a spiritual snake. It bypassed Wang Xian's five sharp palms and cut the veins at the root of his wrist, sending out a huge electric current. Flashing past, Wang Xian's palm trembled and he retracted like lightning....