Facing the three charging at him fiercely, Agaruka Bodhisattva pressed his palms together, smoothing out the folds of space, and condensed a spatial cage in front of him to block the three second rank martial artists.
Kou Yangzhou began to spin like a gyroscope, resembling a drill, unleashing his sabre intent and boring a gap in the spatial cage.
The fire ring behind al-Asura’s head exploded, muscles on his back and waist bulged, every cell in his body exerted strength, driving his fist into the opening drilled by Kou Yangzhou.
The spatial cage shattered with a resounding crash.
Xu Qi’an sprang out, his azure robe billowing, the Taiping Sabre and the Sovereign Sword in his hands slashing in a cross.
In the process, the power of all beings flowed into his blades.
Clang! Sparks burst from Agaruka’s chest as the Taiping Sabre and the Sovereign Sword struck, leaving two crossing white marks.
This nut’s fucking tough… Xu Qi’an cursed inwardly.
The next moment, Agaruka Bodhisattva’s fist pierced through Xu Qi’an’s chest, and pale golden blood sprayed out behind him.
Even a perfected Vajra body, combined with Monk Shenshu’s asura bloodline, could not block the fist of a first-rank Bodhisattva who walked the Warrior Monk path.
Xu Qi’an dropped his blades and reached back, grabbing Agaruka’s right arm, baring his teeth in a grin.
Bang!
Agaruka’s chest caved in. It was the first time he had been injured.
Broken Jade!
Xu Qi’an returned all the damage Agaruka had inflicted on him.
Kou Yangzhou gripped the Taiping Sabre, turning wholly into a brilliant blade of light, crashing into Agaruka’s chest. The sabre intent of a second rank martial artist tore open space, carrying the will to cleave all before it.
Bang… Agaruka swung Xu Qi’an with one arm, smashing him heavily into Kou Yangzhou, like two meteors colliding, causing a wave of energy and sending both men flying.
Thud, thud, thud!
Al-Asura stepped through the air, seizing the opening like threading a needle. The fire ring behind his head retracted, a brilliant halo appearing.
He reached behind his head and seized the halo, his fist lighting up brilliantly.
Bang!
The power of the Executioner Phala was fully channelled into Agaruka Bodhisattva’s chest.
Al-Asura’s fist successfully pierced through Agaruka’s chest, avenging Xu Qi’an.
We finally broke through his defences… Kou Yangzhou and Xu Qi’an were almost moved to tears with joy. From outside Xunzhou city to now, at last they had finally broken through that stinking rock in the latrine.
The characteristic of the “Immovable Vajra” Dharma Aspect was the word “Immovable”.
When Agaruka was unmoved, even the Jianzheng could do nothing against him. But once he moved, he lost the blessing of the “Immovable Vajra”.
Without the Vajra Dharma Aspect, Agaruka’s physical defence was only that of an ordinary first rank.
Xu Qi’an’s injury-trading Broken Jade, combined with Al-Asura’s nearly invincible second rank brute force, finally broke through Agaruka’s defence.
Seeing al-Asura’s fist pierce Agaruka’s chest, Ji Xuan and Xu Pingfeng both raised their eyebrows at the same time.
This strongest fighting force of the Buddhist sect had been injured for the first time since entering the Central Plains.
It seemed an ill omen.
Rage flashed in Agaruka’s eyes as he grasped al-Asura’s head with his palm like a fan, lifting him up.
At this moment he resembled a muscle-bound giant, each muscle corded and bulging.
Crack!
The sound of al-Asura’s skull shattering was heard, pale golden blood oozing between Agaruka’s fingers.
Thud, thud, thud, thud… A drumbeat started suddenly, each beat urgent as a sudden downpour.
Al-Asura’s dark-golden skin turned black, as if ink had been poured over him.
He had unleashed the power of the asura bloodline.
The sound of his skull cracking ceased.
At this point, Xu Qi’an flashed about, trailing afterimages, ghostlike as he moved behind Agaruka. Standing back-to-back, he reversed his grip on the Sovereign Sword and stabbed backwards.
The Sovereign Sword pierced Agaruka’s chest. The sword’s nature and the Executioner Phala’s power exploded simultaneously, burning the wound.
Pain flashed in Agaruka’s eyes. In five hundred years, this was only the second time he’d tasted pain. The last time, the Jianzheng had struck his brain with a Confucian Sage’s penknife.
Bang!
Before Xu Qi’an could withdraw, Agaruka lashed out with a backward kick, sending the up-and-coming youth who dared hurt him flying. Then, swinging al-Asura, he smashed him at the airborne Xu Qi’an.
The two shadowy figures collided, both Xu Qi’an and al-Asura letting out muffled groans, the same thought flashing through their minds:
This guy is so tough!
Boom, boom, boom… With each step, Agaruka’s qi erupted from underfoot, each stride crashing as if on solid ground.
He quickly caught up with the receding Xu Qi’an and al-Asura, unleashing the power of Transforming Force, turning his fists, feet, elbows and knees into weapons, breaking their bones and tearing their muscles. Pale golden blood rained down.
Kou Yangzhou tried repeatedly to help but was each time sent flying by Agaruka’s punch or palm.
Crack, crack!
Just as Agaruka’s offensive was at its fiercest, his body suddenly stilled, and the sound of bones cracking came from within.
Xu Qi’an had forced a break in Agaruka’s combination with Broken Jade.
Whoosh~ The unstoppable sabre intent tore through Agaruka’s yet-unhealed chest. For a second rank martial artist like Kou Yangzhou, Agaruka’s brief pause was a glaring flaw.
After being stabbed through the chest again and again, Agaruka flew into a rage, turning and swinging his arm in a punch.
The old man’s head shrank back, and next moment he heard the sound of his own skull flying off.
Elsewhere, Xu Qi’an and al-Asura ‘re-assembled’ their broken arms and skulls, stuffed the intestines back in, and as their wounds healed swiftly, pounced on Agaruka to take the pressure off Kou Yangzhou.
The four fought with boom after boom; heads occasionally flew, thighs were twisted off, the scene gruesome and brutal.
Agaruka struck Xu Qi’an with a left, hit al-Asura with a right, and even managed to stamp on Kou Yangzhou beneath his feet, displaying the full power of a first-rank master.
But with his chest attacked repeatedly, the compounded effect of the Executioner Phala’s power and the Sovereign Sword’s qualities worsened his wounds.
A streak of clear light burst from Xu Pingfeng’s chest, howling as it shrouded those above. At the same time, the circle at his feet expanded, trying to encompass them all.
He intended to use the bronze disc’s domain to seal off this realm, preventing Xu Qi’an from wielding the power of all beings.
The augmentation from the power of all beings had transformed him from a newly advanced second rank martial artist into someone who, in terms of explosive power, was the equal of al-Asura at his peak. The two of them were the main force holding off Agaruka.
Once Xu Qi’an was cut off from this power, the situation could be reversed.
Zhao Shou flicked the Confucian cap on his finger, saying in a deep tone:
“Formations are forbidden here!”
Before the expanding circle could envelop everyone, it was nullified by the rules of the area and dissipated.
Xu Pingfeng was not angry but smiled, a corner of his mouth lifted.
Suddenly, Ji Xuan, originally on the fringe of the battlefield, had, at some point, slipped near Sun Xuanji. As Zhao Shou pronounced the ban on formations, he surged forward, closing in on Sun Xuanji.
A formationless Arcanist was like a lamb to the slaughter before a beyond-mortal martial artist.
Sun Xuanji’s pupils contracted fiercely. He lacked a martial artist’s danger sense, so could not pre-empt the attack, but now every nerve, every cell warned him of danger.
Defensive artefacts flew from the sachet at his waist: a bronze bell, a heart-protecting mirror, an iron shield… but these magic items were either not quick enough to unfold or were torn apart by Ji Xuan’s brute martial force before they could be effective.
Xu Pingfeng’s true aim was not to activate the domain of the bronze disc. With Zhao Shou, the great scholar, holding the line, he had no chance to use the first generation’s artefact at all.
Activating the artefact just now had only been a feint, his real target for murder was Sun Xuanji.
Sun Xuanji and Ji Xuan were both the weakest beyond-mortal cultivators present, the easiest to kill in one strike.
As long as Sun Xuanji could be killed, the fight would not have been for nothing.
He had predicted Zhao Shou would ban formations and not artefacts, for only the Arcanist relied exclusively on formations, whereas artefacts included magic treasures and peerless weapons.
To ban artefact usage would be like cutting off one of Xu Qi’an’s arms.
Bang, bang, bang!
After three successive magic items exploded, Ji Xuan broke through and punched through Sun Xuanji’s chest in one go.
Blood instantly drenched Sun Xuanji’s white robe.
Just as Ji Xuan was about to finish off the third rank Arcanist, he suddenly saw his opponent produce a ball of inky-black, poisonous silken thread.
The thread swiftly wrapped around Ji Xuan, binding him together with Sun Xuanji.
Hell Silkworm Thread!
This was the excess silkworm silk left over after weaving the Soul-Summoning Banner, which Sun Xuanji had refined into a magical artefact.
It had only two functions: to bind enemies and to deliver potent poison.
The toxin of the Hell Silkworm could inflict a certain amount of harm even on beyond-mortal warriors. Of course, Sun Xuanji had not chosen it for its poison, but for its tenacity.
He wanted to use it to entangle Ji Xuan.
With Ji Xuan’s cultivation level and without the aid of a peerless divine weapon, there was no way he could break free from the Hell Silkworm silk in a short period of time.
“Whoosh~”
With the sound of the air being split, a mottled, rusty iron sword shot through the sea of clouds. Ji Xuan’s head exploded in the sword light, sending flesh and bone splattering everywhere.
Luo Yuheng unleashed her second sabre strike, Sword Control!
Having lost his head, Ji Xuan’s body instantly stiffened.
Seizing the opportunity, Sun Xuanji released the Hell Silkworm silk and retreated towards Zhao Shou.
He did not attempt to finish Ji Xuan off, because with an arcanist’s frail body, a wound through the chest would be fatal. If not treated in time, he would die even quicker than Ji Xuan.
Luo Yuheng formed a sword seal with her fingers, and the mottled rusty iron sword spun in mid-air before shooting at Ji Xuan again. This time, she intended to use her Heart Sword technique to sever Ji Xuan’s primordial spirit.
Xu Pingfeng stood atop a bananal leaf fan, as if riding a skateboard, agile yet swift, and blocked Luo Yuheng’s sword in front of Ji Xuan.
At some point, he had donned a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings, and unhesitatingly grabbed at Luo Yuheng’s flying sword.
Shriek… Amidst the shrill sound of metal grinding on a whetstone, the flying sword slowly pushed forward, stabbing into Xu Pingfeng’s chest and emerging from his back.
His gloves ignited, turning to dust and dispersing, while the flesh of his hands melted away, leaving only white bones.
This was not simply a sword wound, but also carried Luo Yuheng’s invincible sword energy.
For an arcanist, even if such injuries were not fatal, they were still a devastating blow to his combat strength.
But Luo Yuheng showed not the slightest sign of joy. Instead, her expression changed slightly, because she had lost control of her ancestral divine sword.
“A fine weapon. I shall accept it with thanks!”
Xu Pingfeng chuckled.
He refined Luo Yuheng’s divine sword on the spot.
For a divine weapon without a spirit, with Xu Pingfeng’s status, refining it was not hard at all, in fact, it was all too easy.
“Accept what you sone of a bitch, give it back!”
From afar, Xu Qi’an roared and hurled the Taiping Sabre with all his strength.
Luo Yuheng looked towards the voice, only to see Xu Qi’an throw the Taiping Sabre, and then have his head smashed in by Agaruka Bodhisattva.
You dare to split your attention in front of a first-rank bodhisattva? Xu Pingfeng sneered, and was about to casually claim the Taiping Sabre as well, but Zhao Shou got to it first and grasped it.
Xu Qi’an had been delivering the sabre to the Dean.
As Zhao Shou grabbed the Taiping Sabre, golden lacquer lit up at his brow and swiftly spread across his whole body.
He had freeloaded off Xu Qi’an’s Vajra Divine Art.
In theory, as long as Zhao Shou’s rank was high enough, he could even freeload the Immovable King Dharma Aspect of Agaruka.
Now imbued with the Vajra Divine Art, Zhao Shou, holding the Taiping Sabre, struck at Xu Pingfeng with an immensely powerful blow.
Clang!
Xu Pingfeng brought his sword crosswise to block the straight chop of the Taiping Sabre, but how could his strength possibly match the empowered Zhao Shou? His bare-boned right hand snapped in an instant and the divine sword flew from his grasp.
At that moment, the headless Ji Xuan’s primordial spirit finally returned, and he spun around and kicked Zhao Shou flying.
Xu Pingfeng, seeing this, let out a sigh.
Though he had failed to seize Luo Yuheng’s sword, he had achieved his aim of saving Ji Xuan.
Although the price had been heavy.
At this moment, Agaruka Bodhisattva punched and sent al-Asura flying, dashed to Ji Xuan and Xu Pingfeng’s side, and said in a deep voice:
“Go!”
Your Vajra Dharma Aspect will recover soon… Xu Pingfeng’s gaze flickered, but in the end he did not argue, quickly retreating with Ji Xuan.
Zhao Shou sensibly did not give chase. Sun Xuanji was seriously wounded and Luo Yuheng could not display her cultivation. If he chased recklessly, the Confucianists might lose their leader today.
“Whew, whew…”
Al-Asura and Kou Yangzhou were both slightly bent over, gasping for breath, blood and sweat soaking their torn clothes.
“Xu Pingfeng, tomorrow at this spot, fight again if you dare! You coward!”
Xu Qi’an shouted in a relaxed tone.
Xu Pingfeng turned his head, and from afar gave him a long, deep look.
Watching the three figures disappear, Xu Qi’an withdrew his gaze, looked at the clear blue sky, and slowly let out a long breath.
They had won!
He had beaten Xu Pingfeng.
Openly, directly, face-to-face, he had beaten Xu Pingfeng!
In that moment, he felt that a certain shadow hanging over his heart had utterly dissipated.
Xu Qi’an quickly collected his thoughts, swept over to Sun Xuanji’s side, and said:
“Brother Sun, how are you?”
The wound in Sun Xuanji’s chest had already healed, though his face was slightly pale. He nodded:
“No…”
“No need to worry? Mm, I understand.” Xu Qi’an immediately relaxed.
It made sense. The Sitianjian had vast resources, and surely possessed many miraculous medicines able to revive the dead and regrow flesh. As long as he did not die on the spot, Brother Sun would very likely revive by paying up.
Sun Xuanji opened his mouth, looking uncomfortable. That was not what he wanted to say.
Not going after them?! Not pursuing and killing them?
Brother Sun suddenly found himself missing Protector Yuan.
“Take…”
Sun Xuanji, slightly disgruntled, produced a porcelain bottle, tossed it to Xu Qi’an, and gestured towards al-Asura and Kou Yangzhou.
Luo Yuheng stood by coldly.
Receiving the porcelain bottle, Xu Qi’an had a thought, abandoned the idea of trying to feed her the pill, and darted towards Luo Yuheng, gently asking:
“National Teacher, are you hurt?”
Luo Yuheng gave a slight nod:
“No matter.”
But I should give you the pill anyway… Xu Qi’an uncorked the bottle, poured out a pill, and said:
“Thank you for your assistance, National Teacher.”
Now satisfied, Luo Yuheng accepted the pill, then swooped down to retrieve her fallen divine sword.
Xu Qi’an seized the chance to feed the pills to Kou Yangzhou and al-Asura, helping them to recover.
Al-Asura looked down at the cloud sea and said calmly:
“Whether this woman succeeds in her tribulation will determine whether we live or die.”
Xu Qi’an understood his meaning at once and mused:
“That will be a bitter battle.”
Although the “Lotus Severing Operation” had been a huge success, and the Great Feng would soon have another second-rank expert, as long as Baidi returned to the Nine Provinces and joined forces with Agaruka and Xu Pingfeng, they could still crush the Great Feng.
Agaruka’s strength was clear to anyone, this was first rank.
If the Great Feng continued without a first-rank, it would be very hard to defeat Yunzhou.
With Luo Yuheng on the verge of her tribulation, she had become the crucial factor.
Of course, Xu Pingfeng could see this as well, so he would never allow Luo Yuheng to cross her tribulation unopposed.
Al-Asura said in a low voice:
“Do you have confidence?”
Xu Qi’an shook his head, then nodded:
“Fifty-fifty, I suppose.”
He did not elaborate, instead turning to Zhao Shou:
“Dean, are you returning to the capital?”
Zhao Shou grunted:
“The capital needs a beyond-mortal to hold the fort.”
That’s the theory, but without you, our odds of victory will drop off a cliff… Xu Qi’an was about to reply, when he suddenly saw Zhao Shou split open.
His body was covered in web-like cracks, blood pouring from them.
“I have suffered backlash.” Zhao Shou sighed, flicked his Confucian cap, and said:
“My wounds are all healed.”
The Lesser Sage’s Confucian cap flickered with clear light, and the next second, Zhao Shou’s wounds vanished.
But then the Lesser Sage’s cap dulled, turning into an ordinary Confucian cap.
“I can use the Lesser Sage’s cap’s power to cast laws follow commandments, letting the backlash fall upon it. As long as my ‘requests’ are not too extreme, the cap can handle it.” Zhao Shou smiled as he explained.
Truly a cheat… Xu Qi’an thought inwardly.
Unaware of his thoughts, Zhao Shou continued:
“I understand your concern. It is a simple matter. The Sitianjian’s teleportation formations can solve it perfectly.
“Sun Xuanji can inscribe teleportation arrays in the capital and in the cities of Yongzhou, then craft matching teleportation jades. That way, whether I rush to Yongzhou’s aid or you return to the capital, it will be instantaneous.”
Xu Qi’an’s eyes lit up.
Al-Asura and Kou Yangzhou commented:
“An excellent plan.”
Sun Xuanji nodded:
“Yes.”
Al-Asura secretly messaged Xu Qi’an:
“While killing Heilian with Daoist Jinlian, I encountered something strange! The Earth Book seems to have a spirit.”
He described for Xu Qi’an the anomalies after merging the Earth Book fragments.
So, the Earth Book really does have an artefact spirit. I thought so. How could such a valuable treasure lack a spirit… Xu Qi’an messaged back:
“Knowing Daoist Jinlian’s nature, he probably will not tell us the truth.”
Al-Asura replied:
“I anticipated that, so I am discussing with you. If he hides the truth, we eject him from the Heaven and Earth Society and claim the Earth Book for ourselves.”
“You’re truly devious!” Xu Qi’an said, before adding:
“Not yet. Wait until he helps me win against Yunzhou.”
Al-Asura snorted:
“You’re shameless.”
Luo Yuheng had found the Human Sect’s ancestral divine sword in a ravine. After Xu Pingfeng’s refining, its rust had vanished, but its quality was unchanged: it was still a peerless divine weapon.
After all, a peerless divine weapon was already the pinnacle of magical artefacts. To obtain a true treasure, one needed fate, not merely human effort.
She let out a slight sigh of relief and carefully put the sword away.
The Human Sect had only this one peerless divine weapon, if it was lost, it would be a great pity.
If it’s lost, then I can borrow Xu Qi’an’s sabre. The thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Luo Yuheng then frowned, recalling how, moments ago, she had intentionally sulked and shown him a cold face because he did not check on her first. These girlish thoughts and gestures, how had they appeared in her?
…
Qingzhou, Administrative Commission.
In the rear hall, Xu Pingfeng, who had taken an elixir, looked at the flesh slowly regenerating on his hands and said in a deep voice,
“Heilian is gone, and all the demon daoists of the Earth Sect have been killed.”
In Qingzhou, he was the master. With a thought, he instantly grasped the situation at the Provincial Surveillance Commission.
Ji Xuan’s expression immediately became rather gloomy.
Agaruka Bodhisattva said calmly,
“It does not matter. There is still that descendant of gods and demons. Heilian was just an embellishment. The key to victory always lies with a first rank expert. If I am not mistaken, Luo Yuheng is about to advance to an Earthly Immortal.”
“We won’t let her have her way,” Xu Pingfeng said as he looked at Agaruka and asked,
“Why did you retreat?
“Your Vajra Dharma Aspect was clearly about to recover.”
Judging by the situation earlier, if they had held out a little longer, the tide would have turned.
But Xu Pingfeng knew Agaruka Bodhisattva would not retreat for no reason, there must be an explanation.
Ji Xuan, whose head had already regrown, looked at Agaruka with the same confusion on his face.
“Xu Qi’an has reached second rank, stepping into the Hedao realm,” Agaruka Bodhisattva swept his gaze over the two,
“Yet during the fight just now, I could not sense what his Dao was.”
Upon hearing this, Ji Xuan’s brows furrowed.
Xu Pingfeng seemed thoughtful and muttered,
“That slash that ignored distance and could not be dodged was the intent he gained at fourth rank. Returning damage, he used that once in Jianzhou. These are all abilities from before he reached Hedao.”
Agaruka said gravely,
“During the battle just now, Kou Yangzhou and al-Asura expended vast amounts of energy, but he alone, no matter how I struck him, his aura never waned.”
After saying so, he shook his head,
“No, to be precise, when his aura dropped to a certain point, it would suddenly surge up. After repeating this process several times, his combat strength had already reached the peak of second rank.
“If this trend continues, then before my Vajra Dharma Aspect recovers, he may reach the threshold of first rank combat strength. If that happens, both of you will be doomed.”
Ji Xuan said with alarm,
“Is that his Dao?”
Xu Pingfeng’s brows were tightly furrowed,
“Perhaps it is not the whole truth… No, we must find an opportunity to investigate and clarify what ability he has comprehended in the Hedao realm.”
…
At night, the Xunzhou barracks.
Iron pots had been set up around the parade ground, with rich meaty aromas wafting through the cold night air.
In the iron pots, soup bubbled as pork, mutton, horsemeat, and animal offal rolled about in the hot broth.
Six soldiers gathered around each pot, sharing the food within, grease running down their chins as they ate.
Everyone looked flushed with health, from both the happiness of satiating their appetites and the joy of today’s great victory.
More than anything, it meant they had finally shaken off the lingering gloom of the past few days and regained their confidence.
“I kept complaining a while ago that Silver Gong Xu hadn’t come to Qingzhou to fight. If only he’d arrived earlier, maybe we could have held Qingzhou. I won’t grumble anymore, there must have been a reason for Silver Gong Xu’s delay.”
“If Silver Gong Xu hadn’t arrived, I reckon someone would have deserted by now. But now we’ve finally got some hope. Even if we die at the hands of those Yunzhou dogs, we’ll die having fought for victory, which is something we can accept.”
“What’s wrong with a woman being the emperor? If anyone dares badmouth a female emperor ever again, I’ll be the first to chop their head off.”
“What rank do you think Silver Gong Xu is now? That sabre strike in the daytime was incredible! No wonder Silver Gong Xu slew three hundred thousand Church of the Warlock God troops alone outside Yuyang Pass.”
“Nonsense, it wasn’t one man one strike, it was one strike that killed three hundred thousand rebels. Just look at that sabre strike today, clearly, that’s what Silver Gong Xu did at Yuyang Pass back then.”
The common soldiers spoke passionately, spraying spittle as they talked.
Xunzhou, Prefectural Governor’s courtyard.
Yang Gong held a banquet in the courtyard to entertain Yang Yan and other fourth rank experts who had come to support Xunzhou, including sect and guild leaders of the Wulin Alliance, and a few members of the Heaven and Earth Society such as Li Lingsu.
Li Miaozhen and Xiao Yuenu were the only two women present.
After raising a toast, Yang Gong suddenly sighed,
“If only Ningyan could compose a poem on such an occasion, it would be perfect.”
But times had changed. Now, no one dared to raise their cup at the banquet and say,
“I hear Silver Gong Xu is a talented poet, how about composing a verse?”
Even inviting him to share wine had become almost impossible.
None of the beyond-mortal experts had come tonight, they were either recuperating, returning to the capital, or tending to their qi.
After hearing this, Fu Jingmen turned to Xiao Yuenu with a smile,
“Tower Master Xiao, back when he was only sixth rank, Alliance Master Cao suggested you marry him. You refused, do you regret it now?”
Xiao Yuenu frowned, “Shut up!”
She lifted her wine cup, lifted a corner of her veil, sipped elegantly, her eyes slightly lost in thought.
Li Lingsu was an irrepressible type, and as it was wartime, there were no sing-song girls or dancers to enliven the mood, which left him a little bored.
So he turned his gaze to Protector Yuan, the only Yao at the table, who stood out among this group of humans like a firefly in the night.
“And you, brother, what is your illustrious name?”
Li Lingsu held his cup, smiling as he sidled closer.
Seeing this, Yang Gong hurriedly coughed and said,
“Daoist Li…”
He wanted to remind Li Lingsu not to provoke this monkey.
But before he could finish speaking, Miao Youfang, sensing danger, slammed the table and cut Yang Gong off, quickly draping his arm around Li Lingsu’s shoulders,
“Brother Li, allow me to introduce you, I’ll do the introductions.”
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