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The combatants, amidst the fierce battle, felt as if their chests were struck by a hammer, each one deeply impacted.
There was a time when even Wudao Xuan was said to be nothing special, but reflecting on everything that had just happened, the young man in green seemed to truly have the confidence to say such a thing.
"Interesting, fight!"
Wudao Xuan shouted loudly, the first time he had made such a high-pitched and passionate sound since he appeared. His hands moved rapidly, weaving strands of Vigorous Air that formed various birds, butterflies, hawks, and so on, spreading like ink in water, quickly filling the void.
Shi Xiaole couldn't sense any murderous intent, but his vigilance was heightened to the extreme because the world in his eyes suddenly came to a halt, as if it had turned into a painting of a hundred birds, with himself being nothing more than an insignificant embellishment within it.
Whoosh!
