struggled to keep up, their attacks clumsy and disorganized. In just three breaths, they were suppressed by Lu Ye and the doll-faced youth, barely able to retaliate.Seeing the land leaf blade coming s..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>r intimate and well-coordinated teamwork, the vast difference in their cultivation levels proved insurmountable. After only three breaths of combat, both flew back, each with blood gushing from their...