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"Break!"
Hun Xiu shouted.
His finger twitched slightly.
Duobao was sent flying backward once more. Unlike before, when he had at least been able to remain standing, this time Duobao crashed to the ground in a miserable heap.
He swallowed quite a bit of dirt.
The moment he steadied himself—
"Pfft..."
Duobao spat out another mouthful of blood, his expression incomparably ugly and his face deathly pale.
"I..."
Duobao had expected Hun Xiu to make a move. He also knew that he could not possibly be Hun Xiu's opponent.
But don't forget—
This was Golden Turtle Island, Saint of Shangqing's territory, and he, Duobao, was Saint of Shangqing's disciple.
On his own turf—
Surely Saint of Shangqing, as his teacher, would not just stand by and watch his disciple get beaten up, right? Besides...
In Duobao's eyes, this was merely a test arranged by his teacher, Saint of Shangqing. At the crucial moment—
His teacher, Saint of Shangqing, would surely use him to send his opponent flying.
So that he could put on a damn good show.
Show off a little.
And what did he, Duobao, need to do? He just needed to charge forward recklessly. Just rush in, and that was it.
That was how Duobao had analyzed it.
What he had thought in his heart! But reality was nothing like that. He had charged forward, and he had gone all out.
But his teacher, Saint of Shangqing, had not helped him at all.
It was completely different from what he had imagined. What the hell... this wasn't how the script was supposed to go! It was totally different!
Duobao was utterly dumbfounded. Where exactly had he guessed wrong? Watching Duobao get sent flying again, Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light was shocked. He and Duobao were