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Zhang Daochu frantically hurled flying daggers at Yang Ling, each Thunder Blade flashing before the crowd's eyes like bolts of lightning.

These Thunder Blades were both fast and treacherous.

But he didn't dare keep Absolute Focus active continuously. It consumed far too much Vital Qi.

Since the other party had been lucky enough earlier to dodge two of his Thunder Blades, he would show him what it felt like to be buried under a barrage of Thunder Blade fire!

Yao Chunman had already come to terms with the situation.

Although her techniques were formidable, and she had already crossed her life tribulation with Near Perfection Vital Qi,

facing these Thunder Blades before her, she knew there was no way she could dodge them.

This mysterious new junior disciple, her master's last personal disciple, might genuinely be a cut above her in combat ability.

Yang Ling kept dodging continuously. Whenever the opponent locked onto him, he would use Object Control to interfere.