No one had expected that a mere skeleton, only somewhat whiter than usual, would leave Qian Ying, Elder Qian—the strongest among them—completely helpless. Every punch landed on bone, yet he could not smash the skeleton apart in the slightest. Worse still, its strength gradually increased, until Qian Ying's attacks were steadily losing their force.
"Damn it! What the hell did I take from you that you keep asking me for it?" Qian Ying had long forgotten what he had taken from this skeleton. Not only had he failed to defeat it, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. The words "Give me back my things" kept echoing in his ears over and over, putting him in an extremely foul mood.
With a boom, his palm struck the Jade-colored Skeleton's breastbone, only forcing it back three steps. Then... then nothing happened. The Jade-colored Skeleton's jaw continued opening and closing, its voice still ringing in Qian Ying's ears. "Give me back my things..."
"I..." Qian Ying truly wanted to smash the Jade-colored Skeleton before him into scraps so it could no longer make a sound. But then he thought about it again. How could this skeleton even make sounds? It did not have vocal cords or anything of the sort, so where was the voice coming from?
"Elder, catch!" Qian Wantong shouted, casually tossing Qian Ying's Xiantian Short Sword over.
Qian Ying immediately retreated three steps and caught the short sword. With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the Xiantian Short Sword traced a beautiful flourish.
The Jade-colored Skeleton seemed not to see it at all and continued rushing toward Qian Ying, trying to attack his chest.
At that moment, a Xiantian Short Sword came slashing down from each side of the skeleton.
Clang! Clang! The Xiantian Short