As Shen Han opened his eyes, he had already taken full control of the body. He slowly braced himself against his knees and stood up. Just as the men were about to lay hands on Li Qingyuan, he calmly swung the blade in his hand.
It was like a playful boy wielding a wooden stick, slicing through row after row of weeds in a field.
One swing, and five or six weeds fell.
Another swing, and five or six more dropped.
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