Shen Luo furrowed his brows as he looked around, and saw no sign of a treasure's emergence; he didn't understand why they were fighting each other.
The burly man grabbed the teenager by the neck and lifted him into mid-air; as his palms came together, the immense strength almost crushed the teenager's throat with a "gurgle," threatening to break it.
The teenager's face was beet red, but he refused to let go; he stirred the longsword with all his might, as if he was determined to shred the burly man's heart and lungs even in death.
Just as the two seemed ready to kill each other, Fu Donglai couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward; with a hand on each side, he pried open the burly man's grip and snatched the longsword from the young man in white.
"Fellow Daoists, this is just a trial, why go to such lengths?" Fu Donglai returned the longsword and tried to persuade them.
