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"Ding."
The Soft Sword in Tian Shuang's hand hit the ground.
"No."
She looked at Lin Hao with fear, her neck almost choked to the point of asphyxiation. She mustered all her strength to utter that single word, her hands trying to pry Lin Hao's grip open.
But,
Lin Hao's hand was like a pair of iron pincers. She struggled with all her might but couldn't move it an inch.
The strength of one hand!
This was just the strength of one hand!
In the depths of Tian Shuang's eyes, horror and fear swelled. She felt her life draining away, her legs dangling in the air, thrashing wildly.
Nevertheless, Lin Hao remained unmoved, his grip growing ever tighter.
"Sister Apprentice!"
"Boy, you're courting death. Let her go! You lowly cur, how dare you lay a hand on my Sister Apprentice?!"
"Sister Apprentice, when you return, you should train harder. To think you couldn't even beat such a cur."
