"Hehe, such an arrogant little child." He chuckled with ferocious eyes. "Die then!" As fast as wind, he leapt forward, his nails sharpening and fangs lengthened. Ouyang Xueqing ducked and conveniently delivered a hard kick to his stomach which made him stepped backward.
"How dare you!" he growled. Wind started to form beneath his feet and Ouyang Xueqing cursed. Wind attributes. His figure disappeared abruptly and reappeared in front of her.
Ouyang Xueqing's pupils dilated as she counterattacked and rolled her body to the side. She clutched her scratched shoulder which now began to bleed and soaked her robes red.
Not giving him any chance to rest, she lunged back and destroyed the ropes around Mo Yuhan and ran away with the little boy tight in her embrace.
