"I almost forgot, it's strapped to my back." Beichen reached behind him and drew the Money Sword to give to me.
Then he continued to fiddle with the two hairpins, sweating as he picked the lock.
The moment I gripped the sword's hilt, I suddenly felt my blood boil with heat.
It felt as if strength surged through my entire body, and without needing any fancy moves, I thrust the sword toward Xia Xi's abdomen, "Swift as a decree!"
The Money Sword was bound with coins, making it blunt without any edge.
Yet, it pierced through Xia Xi's body like splitting bamboo, clean from front to back.
"Puh," Xia Xi spat out blood unexpectedly, spraying Ye Jiqing's face with foul-smelling blood.
I had turned around in time to avoid it, with only a few splatters on my clothes.
The Money Sword, hence, was pulled out from Xia Xi's body.
Xia Xi, who had been frenzied just moments ago, stiffened and collapsed.
That hand was still clenching Ye Jiqing's neck, and I hurried over to try to pry it off.