She gazed at the icy blue True Qi flowing all over her husband's body, bitterness rising in her throat. "Don't push yourself…" She turned the worry that never left her lips into a melody; the Nine-headed Serpent Gu hissed and flicked its tongue, yet she did not know whether this Gu poison could withstand the Ninja's venom‑soaked kunai.
Shi Xiong gripped the White Rainbow Sword, the old wound at his tiger's mouth seeping blood again under the pressure of the hilt.
He recalled those years ago, when Shi Feiyang had guided his hands, teaching him the "Thirteen Life-taking Swords." Now the blade hummed, yet in the crossing shadows of sword-light he caught a glimpse of the Asura mask at the enemy Ninja's waist—that was the mark of Fuma Xiaoyezi's Personal Guard unit.
Hatred burned in his chest like raging fire, but was forcibly pressed down by reason: "I must not act rashly; I must guard the Grand Squad Leader's flank!"
