"Who are you calling a psycho, i am lord Huan, the supreme of Sheng Yun and not some lowlife psycho!" A frustrated master Huan spat out in rage. His 'saliva' however as a sword spirit were actually streaks of sword light. he had done this instinctively without even realizing the damage he had caused.
PHEESH!
SCREECH!
ARGGH!
OWW!
HUH!
HEY!
Xiao Ming roared with a tremble as his body was riddled by the sword qi that Master Huan had furiously spat. he looked closely at this young ten year old that had making endless claims and blames and pinched himself with a bitter smile.
"To think that this lad is a sword spirit... We'll go with the fun! How interesting" Xiao Ming snickered inwardly. But his external facial expression was a cold frown, but the sight of this dignified the already lofty Master Huan even more and he could not help rolling his eyes.