However, he did not show the slightest sign of panic. On the contrary, as if he had been prepared, a deadly dagger appeared in his palm and slashed at the other party.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, the dagger, which was angled so sharply, was caught in the other person's hand.

Zu An's expression changed, but Uncle Ming sneered, "Your body is indeed incredibly tough. Jian Tai was defeated by your move of exchanging injury for injury, so how could I not be on guard?"

"What's so special about this dagger? It makes me feel the breath of death even now. I never expected there to be such a divine weapon besides that sword just now," Uncle Ming exclaimed in amazement. "But the more magical treasures you have, the better. They're all just giving me equipment."

Just as he was about to snatch the dagger and sword from the other party, Zuan activated the Tai'a Sword's Domain of Power.

Uncle Ming's expression changed, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zuan stabbed the other person with a poisoned dagger, but the other person's body suddenly disintegrated and turned into a swarm of buzzing black bees.

The next second, the swarm of black bees gathered not far away and finally transformed back into Jian Taiding's appearance.

"You actually forced me to use my trump card to save my life," Uncle Ming said, still somewhat shaken. "What was that just now? How could you possibly have such a powerful aura?"

"Guess?" Zuan secretly lamented, realizing he had managed to dodge it.

Uncle Ming snorted coldly, but the other party was too strange, and the black dagger made him wary of fighting him in close combat, fearing that he might be caught off guard and lose his life.

With a wave of his hands, countless white silk threads shot out from his body, instantly attacking the two of them.

Zuan actually had a good impression of white silk, but seeing all this white silk, he was worried that he might be left with psychological trauma.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and upon seeing this, he immediately unleashed his Flame Blade, slashing at the silkworm threads coming towards him.

Uncle Ming laughed heartily: "This is a product of the Golden Silkworm Divine Skill. Did you think it was afraid of water and fire like ordinary silkworm silk? Hmm, your flames are a bit strange. They can actually burn through things?"

Zuan, however, knew his own predicament. Despite several attempts to slash, he could only manage to cut the silk threads slightly, but he couldn't burn them to ashes.

However, the opponent shot out so many white threads that they covered the sky and the entire ice cave seemed to be filled with silk. He and Yu Yanluo were forced into a corner and had nowhere to escape.

At this moment, Yu Yanluo took out her paintbrush and with a wave of her hand, a Changxin Palace Lantern quickly appeared above her head. Under the soft light, the silkworms immediately stopped spinning.

"Azu, hurry!"

As if on cue, Zu An immediately produced the imperial edict: "By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees..."

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As a keyboard warrior, I spent the whole day following the situation in Ukraine, having heated discussions and exchanged opinions with some keyboard comrades. I just couldn't stop talking...

The wars of the past are too far removed from us, but now we are witnessing history firsthand.

Thinking back to the decline of China a century ago, what use was it for us to seek help from the international community when it was invaded by foreign powers?

We can only marvel at how fortunate we are to live in a powerful country, but all of this didn't come out of thin air; it was earned through the sacrifices of countless predecessors.