"Some of you really don't know what is best for you. Get lost!" the assassin fired angrily and used his sword to lash out a fierce shadow.
With a sharp noise, six flying needles shot out from his wrists with accurate precision, their direction clearly aimed for Xiao Ming.
"Quick! Protect Junior Brother Xiao!" Xi Muyao exclaimed, immediately swinging into action with precise skill.
A torrent of flames gushed out of his robes as the Pure Heart Sword in his hand chimed with a fierce, resonant hum against the opponent.
"Hmph! What can a mantis do to a warhorse?" the assassin sneered arrogantly with a violent glare as Xi Muyao locked onto him.
On the other hand, Zhou Mei headed toward Xiao Ming to rescue him from being abruptly distracted by the assassin's sneak attack.
"Xiao Ming, you've got to hold on for me, alright?!" Zhou Mei murmured under her breath.
