While Zuo Lianghao's handsome and charming fans monopolized the screen, clamoring that Shen Qiang couldn't even compare to Zuo Lianghao's toes and demanding Shen Qiang to kneel.
Standing on the Eagle Demon's back, Shen Qiang smiled, and as the valley's fierce Gang Wind lifted his short hair and collar, he lightly raised his eyebrow with a smile and said, "I originally thought I would surely lose this round, but to my surprise, you arrogantly believed that two thousand eight iron swords could defeat me. Well, I'm sorry, but I will take the victory in this round."
With these words.
Shen Qiang lightly raised his eyebrows.
Above the sky behind him, three thousand bright shining flying knives appeared as if emerging from a pool of glowing water.
In an instant.
The live broadcast eerily quieted.
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