Having just fled through the entire night and rested for less than two hours, he had to run again. Liu Xiaolou did not even know what to say.
What made him want to cry without tears most of all was that the spirit leopard had not been knocked out by the Bewitching Incense. Instead, it was brimming with passion, green light blazing in its eyes as it let out the roar of spring nights descending, wholly bent on pouncing on him. If it knocked him down, he did not dare imagine the consequences!
The formation was useless, the Bewitching Incense had backfired, and the Three Xuan Sword feared the lightning power in the leopard's tail. The only thing Liu Xiaolou had to defend himself with was the Glazed Shield.
Fortunately, the Glazed Shield was not made of metal and was not harmed by the lightning flashing from the spirit leopard's murderous weapon. Otherwise, he would truly have been in trouble.
He fled onward, but in only half an hour, the high-spirited spirit leopard caught up to him three times. Each time Liu Xiaolou raised the Glazed Shield behind him, there was a bang, and the leopard sent him flying five or six zhang away.
Though he could borrow the force each time to flee a little farther and drag out his miserable existence for a few more moments, being rammed from behind again and again, struck by that murderous weapon again and again, Liu Xiaolou truly suffered beyond measure.
After fleeing for two hours and being rammed more than ten times through the Glazed Shield, Liu Xiaolou felt as if all his internal organs had been shaken out of place. He was dizzy and disoriented, wanting only to find somewhere to vomit his guts out.
Yet the spirit leopard's excitement