Pa—a crisp sound rang out.
Little Kirin raised two fingers and easily pinched the sword blade in front of him.
"Still not showing yourself?!"
He gave a low shout, and there was a boom right before his eyes.
The talismans on the woman behind the Longsword exploded, and she suddenly appeared.
She was dressed in coarse linen mourning clothes—who else could it be but the Ninth Princess.
"You dog thief, I'll kill you!"
She yanked hard on the sword, but the Longsword didn't budge at all in Little Kirin's hand.
Little Kirin snorted with a laugh. "So this is how your Dragon Palace treats its guests?"
The Ninth Princess cursed, "You killed my husband—what kind of guest are you? I can't wait to hack you into a thousand pieces!"
She let go of the Longsword and fumbled a long whip out of her Storage Ring, about to lash it down at Little Kirin again.
