The poor cat's white hairs stood on end as it sensed a fatal force rushing toward it through the sword light shot out by Xiao Ming.
WHENG!
Then Xue Mao spat out a broken ice sword with a hilt made of withered twigs. Its bluish eyes radiated a strange light as it faced the cold sword beam that could cleave a spirit in half with a single slash.
The broken ice sword also lashed out with a blue-colored light under the influence of Xue Mao's willful control.
BUZZ!
"HAHA! Little Xue, you didn't disappoint me as expected, you were able to dodge a sneak attack flawlessly. You could still even maintain your sanity to question the reason; you would have been unparalleled, but then you met me, which caused you to lose such a title," Xiao Ming laughed in an ordinary tone, while Xue Mao just snorted.
