"Who are you calling a psycho? I am Lord Huan, the Supreme of Sheng Yun, not some lowlife psycho!" Master Huan spat out in a fit of rage, his voice echoing with a mix of indignation and pride.
As a sword spirit, his "saliva" wasn't ordinary—it manifested as streaks of razor-sharp sword light that shot out uncontrollably. He had acted on instinct, not realizing the chaos his outburst would cause.
The sword qi sliced through the air with a piercing whistle, leaving faint trails of light in their wake.
PHEESH!
SCREECH!
ARGH!
OWW!
HUH!
HEY!
Xiao Ming roared in pain, his body trembling as the sword qi riddled his flesh. Each streak of light felt like a searing brand, cutting through his skin and leaving behind a stinging numbness.
He glared at the ten-year-old boy who stood before him, spouting grandiose claims and hurling accusations.
Xiao Ming pinched himself, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.