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"Zhu Yike, you old hag, I'll slice you!"
Amidst the tumultuous discussions of the five regions was Feng Xiaoshuang's lion's roar, accompanied by the sword cries tearing through the wind.
Can't see!
Can't see the scene at all!
No one knew why the image was suddenly not visible, even those from the Southern Region wondered why...
At this mont, "Zheng" sounded.
Everyone knew this sound; it was the sound of a copper coin being tossed, followed by Zhu Yike's voice:
"Purple."
Swish.
The five regions fell silent instantly.
Everyone held their breath, eyes wide like copper bells.
"Ah——"
In the next breath, the sword cries were chaotic.
Feng Xiaoshuang's terrified scream followed.
This ti the five regions were in complete uproar, everyone desperately rushed onto the stage, wildly shaking the Dao Imparting Mirror, as if to shake off the black screen, or to shake Feng Zhongzui to death.
"Let see!"
"There's nothing I can't see!"
"Zhu Yike, lift up the mirror for !"
"Ah ah ah, Zhu Yike, Master Zhu, Lord Zhu... replace Feng Zhongzui, you're more capable, I'll give you copper coins, we'll support you as the king of the Dao Imparting, just let see, ah ah ah!"
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"Zhu Yike, you old hag, I'll kill you!"
In the black screen, Feng Xiaoshuang's heart-wrenching killing intent was clearly audible across the five regions.
At this mont, everyone more than Feng Xiaoshuang wanted to kill Zhu Yike!
Because right after the "Zheng" sound, that guy's calm voice ca again:
"A set? I prefer pieces."
Ah——
The scream coming from the Dao Imparting Mirror was the reflection of everyone's heart in the five regions at that mont.
Let see.
Zhu Yike, I'm begging you, I need to see.
...
Zheng!
"Your shoelaces are untied."
...
Zheng!
"And your belt too."
...
Zheng!
"Is it the scent of roses, and..."
...
Zheng!
"Curled."
...
Not many "Zheng" sounds from the copper coin, yet the five regions felt as if they had gone through a long spring and autumn.
How could Zhu Yike be in the higher void?
His strength is unfathomable!
In comparison, Feng Zhongzui is nothing, and what Mr. Zhu footed on the Dao Imparting Mirror captured was far stronger than what he did properly.
Accompanied by a shake of the Dao Imparting Mirror, the scene returned to light.
In the distance, Feng Xiaoshuang, blood-red stained at the chest, shrank by a rock edge, supporting herself with a sword, her face full of anger, bursting out.
"I need to attend to serious business, go do the counting, the Dao Imparting Mirror is returned to you."
The mirror flew, the people of the five regions fell into Feng Xiaoshuang's hands, not hearing a single rebellious word.
Is it over?
Is it really over?
The great battle, there's still a fight missing between you two!
"You're not the Eighth Sword Deity, nor the Number One Sword Deity, but belong to the era of ancient swordsn, long fallen."
In the mirror, Mr. Zhu looked down from above.
This sentence almost belittled the entire Feng family.
But even with such a mocking phrase, Feng Xiaoshuang did not utter a single extra word, though her hand trembled slightly.
The fight was gone.
Really gone.
What happened between the two of them!
Mr. Zhu seed to realize sothing wasn't right, hesitated: "I was just joking earlier..."
No response.
The mirror image trembled.
"You should be able to take a joke..." As he spoke, Zhu Yike recalled the great sword that suddenly erupted earlier, "...right?"
Behind the mirror unseen by the world, Zhu Yike suddenly noticed, the Dao Imparting Mirror was wiping at the corner of its eye.
Ah?
This big girl...
No, I just untied your shoelaces and belt, plucked two strands of your hair, why are you crying!
Zhu Yike was at a loss.
But he definitely couldn't apologize, eyes darting around, deciding to adopt an "out of sight, out of mind" approach, looked up to the sky, and started counting:
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"Seven..."
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