"I'll come return your trash to you later! You and your litter should have fun while I'm gone!" Xiao Ming ridiculed as he masterfully swerved atop the bull demon sword that had long floated out and appeared in the air beneath his feet.
"Hais!" Liu Haotian's shoulders sagged. His eyes flickered between the scattered bodies of his faction members.
At least Xiao Ming hadn't stripped them bare of everything. The wild youth had only come for a sword, just as he said.
Xue Mao who strangely didn't choose to indulge in the surrounding drama or to be a co-partaker in fanning the flames, finally made an appearance.
It landed agilely on the bull demon spirit sword and looked downwards with its cat face revealing very distinctly a gloating expression as it beheld Liu Haotian with eyes of disdain.
Liu Haotian's face went red. Heat crawled up his neck. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched at his temple.
