Whoever Can Draw This Sword Is Your Beloved

Fengtou Mountain was shrouded in night.

Xing Tian, who had been dancing, immediately lost interest after White Lotus interrupted him.

"Right!"

"Da Yi asked me to scare her a little!"

Looking at the white figure darting through the bamboo grove, Xing Tian suddenly remembered what Da Yi had instructed him to do.

"I almost forgot~"

Xing Tian removed the head hanging from his waist. With a "pop~," he placed it back onto his neck.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Xing Tian held a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right, charging recklessly through the bamboo grove with heavy steps.

Everywhere he passed was left in complete disarray...

Of course, he was only trying to scare her. Xing Tian had even put his head back on.

If he had truly wanted White Lotus dead, just a trace of his pressure would have been enough to scatter her soul.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Watching Xing Tian gradually approach, White Lotus, who had never feared heaven or earth, unexpectedly felt a trace of fear.

Just imagine it: on a dark and windy night, a giant over ten feet tall, blood seeping from his neck,

chasing you relentlessly beneath the moonlight while wielding a shield and axe. No one would be able to take it lightly.

"Phew~"

"Looks like Xing Tian still knows where to draw the line!"

Seeing that Xing Tian had not gone berserk, Da Yi let out a long sigh of relief and lowered the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hands.

Xing Tian was one of the outstanding great shamans of the Witch Clan. His skin was thick and his body was incredibly tough.

Besides, this Sun-Shooting Arrow had no arrowhead. Even if it struck Xing Tian, it would not do much—at most, it would merely