Destroyer Gang

Old Qiao was very fast. In the blink of an eye, his withered hands turned into palm wind and rushed towards Dario.
"Take the others and go first!"
Dario pushed Leafar Colt away with a crazy look on his face. Dario had no intention of retreating at this moment. He was going to die anyway. Even if he was defeated, he would make the other party pay a heavy price!
"Humph! No one can leave today!"
Old Qiao snorted coldly, and his palms appeared in front of Dario with a violent momentum.
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