from her grasp with a clatter.Chūqíng, kneeling on the ground with her spiritual tool lost, looked up just in time to see the young man before her lunge forward, his blade aimed straight for her hear...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theomparable to that of a saint.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Moreover, the confrontation between the two domains should not take place in the Nine Cauldrons. Otherwis...