As he approached the riverbank, Xiao Ruiyuan was about to squat down to wash his hands when Maomao, circling overhead on the alert, suddenly let out a sharp and short screech, and a strong sense of crisis overwhelmed him.
Without thinking, Xiao Ruiyuan swiftly drew the Sharp Sword from his waist and swept it across his chest; a crisp snap echoed as an Arrow, speeding toward him, split in two and fell into the water.
"Enemy attack—protect the master!" Xiao Jiu shouted loudly, dropping the food from his hands and drawing his sword as he rushed toward Xiao Ruiyuan.
The reactions of the other Dark Guards were swift, and in a blink, they had surrounded Xiao Ruiyuan completely, ready to face the enemy with their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Then, one after another, masked assassins sprang from the riverbed, shattering the calm of the water's surface.
The battle was about to erupt!
"Kill!"
