Lin Fei couldn't have imagined that when the Little Holy Bird faced the attacks of the masked man and Liu Jingchen, it would behave so fearlessly, ready to fight to the death to protect its mother bird.
This touched something deep within Lin Fei; the Little Holy Bird's courage in protecting its mother at the cost of its life was as grand as the bond between a human mother and daughter.
At that moment, the sharp swords of the masked man and Liu Jingchen rushed forward, about to turn the Little Holy Bird, standing in front of the Nine-tailed Holy Bird, into a shower of blood.
Swish.
In a split second, a figure, fast as lightning, suddenly darted forward, appearing about one or two meters in front of the Little Holy Bird. The sword light burst forth, the swiftness and power of his attack described as if ghosts wail and gods cry would not be exaggerated!
Clang, clang, the sound of blades clashing rang out, and a cascade of sparks flew through the air.
