"You finally came down. Today, I'll make sure not even your bones remain!"
Blood tears streamed from Tang San's eyes, and he looked like a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.
"Then come on! Watch me crush you to death with one slap!"
Little Jiu curled a finger disdainfully and giggled. "Tang San, Xiao Wu's scorpion braid is so long. It's hard to comb every morning, yet she always clings to me and asks me to comb her hair. So annoying."
"Shut up!"
Tang San roared, so furious he nearly exploded on the spot. The only one allowed to comb Xiao Wu's hair was him.
Yet Tang San did not attack. Instead, he turned and retreated.
"Tang San, you're such a coward! A man should fight if he refuses to submit. What use are all your schemes?" Little Jiu sneered disdainfully.
Blood seeped from the corners of Tang San's mouth in thin streams. He truly wanted to turn around, grab Little Jiu, and slap him viciously across the face, but turning back now would only mean death.
"Make your move!"
Tang San roared toward the rear.
At that moment, two Spirit Masters suddenly appeared in the sky. Nine spirit rings surfaced around each of them, while a mirror floated above each of their heads—the Mirror of Replication and the Mirror of Reflection.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: True Demonic Mirror!"
The two Mirror Spirit Masters shouted as divine power surged.
The two purple mirrors in the sky merged into one, becoming a bizarre Magic Mirror glowing with purple light. A beam of purple light shot from the mirror and shone directly upon Little Jiu. Then Little Jiu's figure appeared within the mirror.
"What is this?" Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically. Gripping her Demon Scythe, she immediately flew to Little Jiu's side.