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"So Yu Chunxi just died like that? What level of strength does this Yang Ling actually have? Wasn't he supposed to be a newly promoted Sixth-Rank?"

The seven or eight Black List fugitives finally snapped out of it, instinctively backing up several steps.

When they looked at Yang Ling again, their eyes were filled with shock and wariness.

On the back of the Mighty Golden Eagle, Zhao Xun's eyes glimmered sharply.

"Did you see that just now? Yu Chunxi was kicked to death. Even without those flying daggers, a few more kicks and Yu Chunxi would have been dead anyway."

"Yang Ling's movements were clean, decisive, and ruthless."

"Isn't he a newly promoted Sixth-Rank? I remember Lu Yunchen personally assessed him."

Another person showed a flicker of surprise, clearly not expecting the fight to end this way. The man he had been chasing for years had died at the hands of a junior?

"He really is a newly promoted Sixth-Rank, but it's been a month or two since the assessment."