"That's my master, I can't let him die like this, take my sword!" Jingci spoke quickly, his figure even faster than his words. In a flash, he leaped from the ground. His treasured sword had just been knocked aside, but with a casual reach, it seemed as if the sword was tethered to him by a thread, immediately flying into his hand. He and his sword charged at Xiao Buli.
Xiao Buli hadn't expected Jingci to turn hostile so suddenly. In a panic, he launched the magic sphere in his hand at Jingci, but it was too slow and burst on the ground with a pop. Jingci had already flown up to his face.
