The Fish-Dragon Dance lasted all night. Tian Hao had only been asleep for a short while when he sensed someone in the bedroom. Opening his eyes, he saw that Little Teacher had appeared beside the bed at some point, two scythes in hand.
"I say, Teacher, calm down!"
All traces of sleep vanished in an instant, and Tian Hao's teeth chattered.
Could the Saintess have snapped and become twisted and evil, blamed every mistake on herself, and come here to slay him in revenge?
"Come down and fight me."
Leaving those words behind, Bibi Dong walked out of the room in her high heels and headed for the basement below.
"What a disaster!"
Only after a long while did he let out a lament. Tian Hao could only crawl out of Auntie's gentle embrace, enter the bathroom for a quick wash, and then head to the basement.
"Let me see how much you've improved."
After saying that, Bibi Dong charged forward again, taking the offensive as the scythe in her hand swept out in a blur of cold light.
Compared to the chaotic ferocity of last night, however, today's attacks were much more orderly. Her mood had clearly stabilized considerably, and this was a genuine sparring match.
Seeing that Little Teacher's emotions were stable, Tian Hao finally relaxed. Then, with a thought, his Battle Armor covered his body. He held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
This was a technique he had specially trained. He stored the Battle Armor inside his Dantian Space, used his powerful Spiritual power to manipulate it with precision, and then took it out and fitted it onto himself without needing to put it on piece by piece.
That was not all. He separated two Sword Fragments from the Jianjun Sword