Although Li Hao fought while Light Sword recovered from her wounds, he cowered completely within the defensive circle. His moves were slow and weak. How was he supposed to stand against their enemies?1

Li Hao didn’t care. This was a display of trust—trust that Hong Yitang would endure. The young man wouldn’t be getting away if the defenses broke. However, his attacks really were listless. In that case, he could go even weaker since he wasn’t hurting anyone!0

His sword strokes were as if fluttering willow leaves. He immersed himself in the process, growing bolder as he did so. He even rushed out a few times and startled his opponents by slashing his sword down, but ultimately discovered that his blow couldn’t even break the defenses of a mid Nova.0

“He’s used the Incantation of the Blade of Blood!” Xu Zhen snorted after kicking Li Hao back. “It’s wearing off and he’s suffering from the backlash. He’s much weaker as a result—it’s left him with real strength around initial Nova!”1

Li Hao was demonstrating the decline that occurred...0