Li Xiu was already standing in front of the Vase Monster's head, his face almost touching the repulsive face of the vase-headed creature.
The Vase Monster slowly opened its mouth, the folds on its lips peeling back to reveal white teeth like jagged saw blades. Its crimson tongue licked the lips covered in wrinkles, seeming impatient.
Suddenly, a flash of red light.
With a loud clang, the Fire Lotus Sword in Li Xiu's hand slashed down onto the vase.
He originally aimed for the head, but the head reacted, the vase spun and flew up, and the Fire Lotus Sword missed the head, striking the rotating vase instead.
The vase, which looked like porcelain, endured the full force of the Fire Lotus Sword and Li Xiu's full strength, yet it did not shatter. Instead, the Fire Lotus Sword was deflected.
"You sneaky brat, daring to plot against me." The Vase Monster finally spoke, its voice sharp and grating like a cracked bell, with a hint of effeminacy.
