"A few ironwood thistles What use are they to stop us" Before Ziyue Zhenwu had awakened, Lian Yue's eagerness to prove himself had already caused Lu Xia Tian displeasure. At this moment, eager to make a show of strength, before anyone else could act, Lian Yue drew his sword and slashed at the ironwood thistles with several swift strikes.

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The flying sword struck the ironwood thorns, producing a sound like metal clashing against stone. With one strike, it could only cleave through two or three of the ironwood thorns.

The faces of the crowd changed. While a few ironwood caltrops weren't very powerful, further away, shadows came crashing down in droves.

Please note: I translated "fter a while, or there are short periods of respite. 。Although this intermission was extremely short, it also gave Lu Xiaoteng the most precious time to catch his breath. 。Week after week, Lu Xia Tia...