Within the Immortal Dust Sect.
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"Break!"
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"Break, you damned love silks! Break!"
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Senior Brother Chu Ya held his hand like a sword and swung it repeatedly, as if striking at something invisible. His expression grew increasingly irritable.
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Although he had been in secluded cultivation recently to sever his love silks, he had still kept close watch on everything happening outside.
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He knew that the Love Slaves were attacking the Immortal Dust Sect.
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His heart burned with anxiety. He only wanted to sever the love silks as quickly as possible, raise his strength, and then go support the front lines, doing his part for the sect.
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Although rational thought told him that even if he severed the love silks, he could not do much with his strength—in the end, severing them would greatly increase his Cultivation Level, but he would still need time to fully digest the benefits.
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Yet when a person grew anxious, it was impossible to remain rational in every matter.
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From Chu Ya's perspective, there were two love silks on his body at this moment. One hung above his head, thick as a bowl; the other dangled over his heart, as thick as an arm.
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The love silk above his head was thick, but riddled with countless gashes, all of them cuts he had made.
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The largest gash had nearly severed the love silk, leaving only a strand as thick as a finger stubbornly connecting it.
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Chu Ya had been attacking that thinnest point all along, but the finger-thick strand was as if forged from iron. No matter how many times he struck it, it remained utterly unmoved.
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Until... his Identity Token received a transmission.
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It was from Song Yu. Chu Ya had asked