The poor cat's white hairs stood on end as it sensed a fatal might rushing at him through the sword light shot out by Xiao Ming
WHENG!
Then Xue Mao spat out a broken ice sword with a hilt made of withered twigs. It's bluish eyes radiated a strange light as it faced the cold sword beam that could cleave a spirit in half from a single slash.
The broken ice sword also lashed out a blue colored light under the influence of Xue Mao's willful control.
BUZZ!
"HAHA! Little Xue, you didn't disappoint me as expected, you were able to dodge a sneak attack flawlessly. You could still even maintain sanity to question the reason, you would have been unparalleled but then you met me which caused you to lose such a title" Xiao Ming laughed ordinarily but Xue Mao just snorted.