Pu Yanlan again summoned a longsword, which supported through the fourth thunderbolt for a short while; by the time Pu Yanlan took out a small umbrella, the fifth thunderbolt struck, followed by the sixth shattering a pair of Ruyi Hooks, and after the seventh broke a brocade handkerchief at last... within the oppressive dark clouds, there was no more movement!
By this time, Gu Shi Yi and PuYanlan were kneeling on the ground, half-buried in yellow sand, with a jade hairpin spinning above their heads. They waited for quite some time but did not see the eighth thunderbolt. Instead, the dark clouds above began to slowly dissipate,
"Is it... over?"
The dust-covered Gu Shi Yi looked toward the equally dirty Pu Yanlan, who glanced around and noticed that the wind had stopped and the sand filling the sky was gradually settling,
"It seems it has stopped!"
