WENG!
As soon as the Taiji symbol appeared, it began grinding slowly in the air, almost too subtle to notice.
With each rotation, clusters of invisible qi shot out like arrows, causing the symbol to break apart and rebuild itself.
Under Xiao Ming's skilled control, his hand moved like a master painter's brush, weaving patterns only a true sword master could create.
With a flick of his finger, a beam of sword qi danced at his fingertip and flew quietly toward its target.
One of the Soul Seizing Sect disciples called Cao Qingyun had been tangling with Zhou Mei.
A twisted smile spread across his face, his eyes hungry like a wolf watching a lamb, as though he couldn't wait to capture Zhou Mei for himself.
Gray strings bound the Blood Ant General to one spot, squeezing it tighter and tighter.
