Jiang Xiao crouched forward, tensed up his legs, and grabbed the handle of the sword that was exposed diagonally above his shoulder. He was about to go all out.
However, his rationality stopped him in the nick of time.
But his murderous intent was still strong.
It was Jiang Xiao's subconscious actions, and he didn't think much about it at all. After all, he had spent the past month with the White Ghouls.
The young man could feel that it was definitely not a joke or a normal sparring session. It was definitely a full-on battle.
The strong gust of wind swept through the snow, and the corpse of the White Ghoul Witch rolled all the way to the young man's feet, after which he stepped on it.
All of a sudden, there was a strong tension in the air!
"Yo, yo, yo…" the young man with the round face and cotton cap said all of a sudden.
Jiang Xiao was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
