(ŏ﹏ŏ)Xiao...Xiao Shanshan?
Hearing this familiar name, Xiao Bailong couldn't help but pause; he instantly became extremely sad and the corners of his eyes welled up with tears.
The flying sword he was controlling instantly lost its strength and fell down weakly.
A heartbroken hero can't even hold his sword...
"Huh?"
Xiang Huo Sha Mi's lone eye widened, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
(⚆) There's an opening!
'Swish –'
Xiang Huo Sha Mi raised his sword swiftly and struck the flying sword without any hesitation.
'Clang!!!'
Amid the crisp sound of metal clashing, the seemingly weak flying sword seemed as if it was frozen in mid-air, remaining completely still under the powerful strike.
Σ(っ⚆)っWhat?! What's going on?
Surprised, Xiang Huo Sha Mi quickly retracted his sword, and under the strong force of his bulging arm muscles, he launched several more powerful strikes.
But...
There was no effect at all.
